Whispers

A woman whispers his name in another country. In his country, another
woman whispers his name, but he’s not there. He’s somewhere else,
where two women are whispering his name to each other. He sees the
two women whispering, but he can’t make out what they’re saying.









Peter Cherches’s latest collection of short prose is Lift Your Right Arm (Pelekinesis, 2013), which Luc Sante has called “the equivalent of a whole shelf of books.” His work has appeared in numerous journals, anthologies and webzines, including Poetry 180, Fiction International, Semiotext(e), Fence, Harper’s and North American Review. He lives in Brooklyn.

See Peter Cherches's poem An Eternal Washing.