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...
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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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