#faith

In this short story by Hungarian writer Rita Halász a mother and her partner tensely await the homecoming of her teenaged daughter.

This poem by Slovak poet Mária Ferenčuchová is a hypnotic meditation on the end and rebirth, a chillingly personal image of intimacy.

The speaker describes the sounds and movement of bugs, birds, and nature, while waiting for war, as if they were impervious to human events.

In this long poem by Ukrainian poet Iryna Shuvalova, language is found empty and ineffective, and the poet still more powerless than before.

In this novel excerpt, Krisztina Rita Molnár writes about her mother, raising four children alone, in a two-bedroom apartment in Budapest.

In this essay, translated by Paul Sohar, Hungarian writer Katalin Mezey argues the value of prayer in times of war and the dangers of virtual reality.

While reflecting on his youth, a man decides to drive his red Alfa Romeo through the night and following day, across two borders, into a warzone.

Citing martyrology, Celan, and Sachs, Olesya Khromeychuk & Uilleam Blacker ask, how can faith, hope, and love live in a space of pain? Can poetry speak of atrocity?