During the phone call
This poem by the passionate, poetically mystical Czech poet Adam Borzič, full of images and allusions, reveals his feeling for beauty and human fragility.
During the phone call
This poem by the passionate, poetically mystical Czech poet Adam Borzič, full of images and allusions, reveals his feeling for beauty and human fragility.
There Are More Things…
In this essay, Romanian writer Mircea Cărtărescu, explores the limitations of our knowledge, and the infinite possibility of the incomprehensible.
There Are More Things…
In this essay, Romanian writer Mircea Cărtărescu, explores the limitations of our knowledge, and the infinite possibility of the incomprehensible.
The Bride of Zorro
Anton loves Marie, no doubt about it, but what’s a man to do without so much as a rejection, a disparaging glance? A unsettling tale by Thomas Raab.
The Bride of Zorro
Anton loves Marie, no doubt about it, but what’s a man to do without so much as a rejection, a disparaging glance? A unsettling tale by Thomas Raab.
The Last Terrorist
In this dystopian, Hungarofuturist short story by Máté Makai, an investigative journalist follows a cell of time-travelling climate terrorists.
The Last Terrorist
In this dystopian, Hungarofuturist short story by Máté Makai, an investigative journalist follows a cell of time-travelling climate terrorists.
I Rocked Up and Down on the Branch a Bit More
Two boys, of very different fates, consider friendship and cruelty in this short story by Hungarian writer Miklós György Száraz.
I Rocked Up and Down on the Branch a Bit More
Two boys, of very different fates, consider friendship and cruelty in this short story by Hungarian writer Miklós György Száraz.
In this poem, on a train winding through a burnt world towards longed-for shelter, an adult pleads to a desperate child to hold their teddy, to not cry.
While buying some “superb” illegally produced sausages, a bureaucrat tries to come to terms with the thing that lives in his office.
“collapse, rejection, resurrection, / this is what we all longed for, / this broken bread”—Béla Markó, in Anna Bentley’s translation.
“Looking for a road back to a world view that allows for sacred moments,” essayist and novelist Daphne Merkin examines her own faithlessness.
A poem by Ukrainian poet Iya Kiva in Katherine E. Young’s translation.
Father Viktor struggles to contain his rage against Prime Minister Ferenc Ács, until one day he receives a visit from men in suits.
In this poem by Kateryna Kalytko the Ukrainian poet rediscovers words, naming objects as a means of self-preservation, entering a shelter of language.
In this short story by Hungarian writer Rita Halász a mother and her partner tensely await the homecoming of her teenaged daughter.
This poem by Slovak poet Mária Ferenčuchová is a hypnotic meditation on the end and rebirth, a chillingly personal image of intimacy.
