Wednesday 30 September 2020

Kamil Bouska

    You are at the end of the day and your hands turn quiet on things. You are at the end of the day, just as you are, as table,...
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Petr Hruska

The door always used to swing shut, by itself, for years and years, with measured haste. / Now it stands utterly still.

Petr Borkovec

Petr Borkovec is now a somewhat neglected author, and it is unquestionably true that only a small handful of readers know his work.

Jitka N. Srbova

My daughter marches through the forest. She can’t do it herself, so / she uses my legs, my eyes and my fear.

Olga Pek

I retrace my steps, barefoot and diligent as a shipwreck

Ondrej Hanus

occasionally there is too much ado / about night-time, that’s fine, turn out the light / and slide me in the grave, this time I’m through / with sounds and lights, for me now dreams feel right

Olga Stehlikova

It could’ve easily been a scrotum, / but most likely it was someone’s wallet.

The Czech Issue

Over the course of November, B O D Y will introduce you to some of the most noteworthy poets and prose writers writing in the Czech Republic today.

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