free verseA collection of 29 posts

Author’s note: Learning Czech is like… We started with coffee and a casual clause. Then you slipped into instrumental— and I never recovered. You’re the kind of language…

Lick the slip of it—peach-slick, spun. Let plump pulse press on soft lip. Murmur the vowel: round, ripe, low. Teeth tease juice from golden syllable skin. This line swells…

Sometimes I watch her watching me, wonder-struck, wavering, and let myself imagine the country conjured behind those eyes— softened by sunrise, soaked golden with grace, assembled from galaxies she gently…

You’re not going to be ready. Not when it happens— not when he arrives, not when you hold the test in your shaking hand, thinking you did everything right,…

Day 4 She turned down the radio when a child sang. Didn’t say why, But her fingers curled against her thigh like they were remembering how to hold a…

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…