My Seven Lives. Jana Juráňová in Conversation with Agneša Kalinová, published in Slovakia in 2012 by the feminist publishing house…
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She came to buy herself a brand-new face. It seemed too dear. A frock would have to do. That got…
Prologue He walked slowly along Norra Grängesbergsgatan with unsteady steps. It had been a long time since he had been…
I want to fold this day into paper ships and load all my heavy thoughts into them, so it would…
We will not leave this cafe! As a sign of fidelity we put our lips against the multiple imprints of…
No matter how carefully you cut into the belly of this wonderful silver fish and clean the entrails, wipe the…
The Wandering Chilean In our Bazaar in the port, Harry and I have seventeen typewriters that belonged to famous writers…
the shape I take in an ever-warming future does not depend on things at hand. faced with a wall I…
NOTEBOOK The history of how Karl and Saskia got to know each other is an all-or-nothing tale, a history that…
My grandfather was old. He had a bushy white beard and smelled of tobacco. He walked with a stick, was…
I see my bedroom in full sunlight for the first time. Everything is as I remember it, yet everything has…
ILLUSION This morning while I wasn’t yet awake and not asleep either, doom crept in on cloven socks, nestled invisibly…
