#war

In modern Russia, for how long can boyhood fantasies of criminals, femme fatales, and riches truly replace reality? A story by Sergey Kuznetsov.

This poem asks us to remember and savour our summer of good friends and bad poems as, with a hopeful heart, we press on into the rain and grey mist.

A poem by Ukrainian poet Iya Kiva in Katherine E. Young’s translation.

In novelist Benedek Totth’s short story the violence of a soldier suffering from shellshock is cast into the light when he meets a mother and her disabled son.

An alcoholic father is drafted during the Yugoslav war, in a poem by Hungarian poet Anna Terék, translated by Belarussian poet Valzhyna Mort with Owen Good.