All or Nothing
If time were clay that offered me a chance To shape anew the path that brought me here, To mould it would undo the sorrows past, Yet lose the wonders…
Amanda RůžičkováAuthor of 53 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
He Who Drowned the World by Shelley Parker-Chan
History murmurs beneath waves, slow waters shaping silently, a quiet riot of ambition, rhythms rewriting stone and soil, kingdoms softly spun, undone in echoes louder than their rise, cycles swift as shifting tides. Characters tread shadowed roads, footsteps fading, heavy with desire, edges sharp yet known, familiar, mirrors revealing clearer truths— fragments reflecting regret, shadows stretching, breaking, guiding gently by the hand toward understanding. Parker-Chan’s prose flows softly, sli…
Scanxiety and Other Updates
Took my meds and checked the chat Someone’s wife just shaved her head Someone else says, “Fuck this fog.” Missed her kid’s school thing again Marked the day…
She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan
Question: What happens when someone studies history and says, "this is cool, but what if it were infinitely queerer, significantly more ruthless, and with about 300% more emotional devastation? Answer: She Who Became the Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan And truly? It really works. Parker-Chan imbues historical fantasy with sufficient ambition, gender chaos, and existential turmoil to power a medium-sized dynasty. Let's face it, "destined to achieve greatness" sounds far nicer than "destined to... w…
Drhnoucí řeč
Nevyřčený zvuk se svírá v čtvrthrst slov, přečtěte smršť třpytů ztracených v záhybech řeči. Skřípání štěrků štípe zuby i jazyk, čtvrť věty se láme v neklidném drnčení, řeč drhne—ztrácí…
Praag Dooit
Klokken rekken zich, stenen strekken, smeltwater ruist door kasseien, druppels vloeien, adem ontstaat. De Vltava rilt, splijt haar huid, mist vlucht, bruggen dampen, de stad vervaagt in rimpelend licht. Stemmen…