Teplé věci v chladných dnech
Řekli mi, že Češi jsou zavření jak okna v lednu. Že se neusmívají, nezvou, že ticho tu studí, a pohostinnost se schovává za dveře. Řekli mi, že mi bude zima—…
Amanda RůžičkováAuthor of 65 Articles
Poet in Prague, Midwest-born, fluent in reinvention. Living with stage IV lung cancer and too many unread books. Writing with love and uncertainty—chasing meaning and the everyday beauty that survives
Routine Execution Protocol
A Burning Haibun They made sleep political. Not in headlines, but in forms, in protocols, in the quiet ways a schedule tells you whether your body belongs. You can’t…
This, Too, Is Distinction
Tonight the candle twines fire with fire, braided flame blooming in the bowl of my hand. It hovers—lucent, tender— in the pause between ease and ache, a flicker caught…
FORM 42‑L (rev. ∞) — BUREAU OF EMOTIONAL CONTRABAND
I'm not even sure if this one counts as poetry, but click through to find out……
Ode to Lorlatinib
Little pink tablet, smooth-edged promise, stamped plainly: Pfizer on one cheek, 25 LLN on the other— three pressed nightly through foiled windows, serials and stamps faint as breath in aluminum…
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That night, we traded tales of a world barely held together by threads. You asked which one I would snip if handed shears sharp as silence. I answered, without a…