Jitka N. Srbova

  MY DAUGHTER MARCHES THROUGH THE FOREST   I. My daughter marches through the forest. She can’t do it herself, so she uses my...
Continue Reading

Radka Thea Otípková

You must be hungry, he said. / A magnificent sentence like that, / the last I remember him saying.

Kamil Bouska

You're coming and my fever rises. I've tasted this before. / I'll leap into the wafted air and go for blood.

Photo by Ondřej Lipár

Olga Pek

It was as devouring as napalm, as accurate as a laser blade. When I regained my faith in poetry I had to tear it away

Designed by B O D Y | Powered by D3S