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Johanna Hedva
JOHANNA HEDVA is the author of the novel, ON HELL. Their collection of poems and essays, MINERVA THE MISCARRIAGE OF THE BRAIN, will be published in September 2020. Their essay, ‘Sick Woman Theory,’ published in MASK in 2016, has been translated into six languages, and their writing has appeared in TRIPLE CANOPY, FRIEZE, BLACK WARRIOR REVIEW, and ASIAN AMERICAN LITERARY REVIEW. Their work has been shown at The Institute of Contemporary Arts in London, Performance Space New York, the LA Architecture and Design Museum, and the Museum of Contemporary Art on the Moon. Their album, THE SUN AND THE MOON, was released in March 2019, and they’re currently touring BLACK MOON LILITH IN PISCES IN THE 4TH HOUSE, a doom metal guitar and voice performance influenced by Korean shamanist ritual. Their novel, YOUR LOVE IS NO GOOD is out in May 2023 from And Other Stories.  

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‘They’re Really Close To My Body’: A Hagiography of Nine Inch Nails and their resident mystic Robin Finck

Essay

Issue No. 27

Johanna Hedva

Essay

Issue No. 27

‘We possess nothing in this world other than the power to say “I”. This is what we must yield up to God.’ — Simone...

Book Review

October 2019

She, Etcetera

Johanna Hedva

Book Review

October 2019

Every brainy queer of my generation, especially those born under the sign of Saturn, went through a phase where...

Will you take the garbage when you go out? My wife said this without turning from the sink where she was washing the dishes from breakfast It’s in the hall You’ll see it as you go Of course, I said Don’t I always? Her back remained impassive and she did not reply Her hair was still matted from sleep and she was in her bathrobe I leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek She jerked away and muttered something about not having brushed her teeth, about splashing the hot water   I withdrew and went into the hall The children were playing on the floor in the living room The youngest was in his diaper It was already October and he should have been in a romper, he should have been wearing some kind of clothing Instead, he sat nearly naked on the dirty carpet, his diaper heavy with urine, while his sister wore nothing more than thin pajamas   They looked up when I passed and I raised my hand in greeting They were conspiratorial in a way that gave them an air of unlikely dignity After scrutinising me for a long moment, they resumed their playing The baby was beginning to crawl He lay sprawled out on his stomach, waving his arms and legs ineffectually Behind me, I could hear my wife scouring the pots and pans, the gush of hot water from the tap I picked up the garbage bag and walked down the hall Bye, I called out, as the door closed   The bag was heavy, its contents soft and shifting, as though it contained liquid I caught a whiff of cooking oil and I worried that the bag might burst as I carried it down the stairs, already the plastic was stretching thin at the neck I picked it up and carried it in my arms in order to avoid an accident It was awkward carrying it down like this, I could not see past its bulk, and several times I almost stumbled as I descended the first flight of stairs   We lived on

Contributor

March 2018

Johanna Hedva

Contributor

March 2018

JOHANNA HEDVA is the author of the novel, ON HELL. Their collection of poems and essays, MINERVA THE MISCARRIAGE...

Jonah

Fiction

Issue No. 21

Johanna Hedva

Fiction

Issue No. 21

After The Eliza Battle, I went to Berlin to recuperate, to nurse my pride. I had been there many times at that point, since...

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Interview

March 2015

Interview with Jonathan Meades

Jamie Sutcliffe

Interview

March 2015

The television broadcasts of Jonathan Meades are marked by a surreal humour, a polymathic breadth of knowledge, and a...

poetry

January 2016

Sex-Desert

Galina Rymbu

TR. Joan Brooks

poetry

January 2016

I’m screaming lying alone in this settlement     everything empty only emptiness sex – is a desert  ...

poetry

January 2013

Three Poems from Strawberry Aftertaste/ Ostateczny Smak Truskawek

Genowefa Jakubowska-Fijałkowska

TR. Marek Kazmierski

poetry

January 2013

  * * * zieleń jest zielona   z rana przymrozki   czujesz to w ziemi   w białej...

 

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