i am / i’m going to die. you are / you’re going to die. he is / he’s going to die. ... continue reading
Category: poetry
Here are my poems in English. This link takes you to my book of Polish poetry słowem o niczym.
a hereditary disease called life
i have never asked to be born, yet something holds me accountable and i have already been punished ... continue reading
on your birthday musings
someone took a picture just before you blew out the candles and it will stay that way, your gentle smile suspended ... continue reading
in search of a word
in the world of language, word definitions are very important. but what if you ... continue reading
the curse of the poet king
what would the world be like if you were in charge? i still remember that naive game ... continue reading
the damned silence of the poet
i may rarely speak, but i listen and if you ask about my silence, what can i say? maybe i just do ... continue reading
i do not write about fairies
i am not a misogynist, i was just married once, so stop asking me why ... continue reading
more or less settled calendar
there are seven days a week: monday, monday, monday, monday, monday, after-monday, before-monday. i took ... continue reading
sit tibi terra laeta
it takes a while to become facetious, as it is said that we are born innocent, and only with the passage of time ... continue reading
the one palindrome i miss
at first you found my vigorous tattarrattat at your door amusing. but in my search for palindromes, i had not noticed that ... continue reading
the supposed allure of secularism
he called me an escapist who hang on to a feel-good believe system. perhaps he is right. in the end, i do not struggle ... continue reading
*** [would you notice a quiet man reading]
would you notice a quiet man reading an engraved plaque on the backrest of each memorial bench he passes by? ... continue reading
a single man
i can hear nothing but rain in the dramatic movements of your lips. ... continue reading
doubts
years ago my father disowned me because i dared to change my faith. not that he was particularly religious. ... continue reading
a prank
i heard of the city warden who arranged all the files in the station computer based on dante’s nine circles of hell. ... continue reading
the tank man verse
remember, remember the june fourth and the embers who stood against bullets and tanks. ... continue reading
*** [the house i live in is made of granite]
the house i live in is made of granite. its thick stone walls block radio waves and strangers' stares. its windows face ... continue reading
classifieds: a personal ad
conditioned by the algorithm, i swipe right across the puzzling realms of online dating to see if my world remains binary. it is not ... continue reading
it all started with the alphabet book
i was reading the satanic verses in a hospital bed as the drip rinsed the remnants of an overdose ... continue reading
*** [sometimes i think of my foreign language]
sometimes i think of my foreign language teachers. i doubt they remember me. i certainly forgot the cyrillic alphabet, the latin declension, ... continue reading
force of habit
i sleep on my right side facing her as if she ... continue reading
a poet. anonymous
hi, my name is… bleak and i am a poet. anonymous as i would be if i were handing down a word ... continue reading
*** [untitled twenty]
innocent of thought cruelties the poet examined the truth conditions of the utterance ... continue reading
*** [untitled nineteen]
a direct question from a reader flustered the poet as he walked along the lines of monteverdi ... continue reading
*** [untitled eighteen]
as he pored over the ancient maps of the land of purple mr nothing remembered ... continue reading
*** [untitled seventeen]
the ability to appreciate a little gift from someone who barely knows the predicaments of holding the door ... continue reading
*** [untitled sixteen]
if the stench of burning from the eatery downstairs painstakingly depicted ... continue reading
*** [untitled fifteen]
the disproportionality of his features made mr nothing ... continue reading
*** [untitled fourteen]
occupying intentionally blank pages the poet drew all the bizarre encounters ... continue reading
*** [untitled thirteen]
unsure of his presence given or inferred from phantom pains ... continue reading
*** [untitled twelve]
although devoid of carnality mr nothing met a woman inviting strangers to dinner ... continue reading
*** [untitled eleven]
as they found themselves strangely at odds with a pilcrow mark in each stanza ... continue reading
*** [untitled ten]
mr nothing examined his body the poet made him aware of his constantly bleeding nose ... continue reading
*** [untitled nine]
through the paper walls of mr nothing’s place the poet could hear ... continue reading
*** [untitled eight]
mourning the death of ivan ilyich tore them asunder when the poet noticed yawning he stepped back from the mahogany lectern ... continue reading
*** [untitled seven]
aware of his grammatical inadequacy mr nothing considered the differences between the simple past and the present ... continue reading
*** [untitled six]
with no one to blame to bear a grudge against for all the things that ... continue reading
*** [untitled five]
mr nothing never thought about anything useful words like scrumptious or innocuous and caressing on the tip of his tong slipped ... continue reading
*** [untitled four]
exploring the anatomy of timeless classics in smooth leather covers ... continue reading
*** [untitled three]
the year the greek derivative locked the doors marked the windows with colours ... continue reading
*** [untitled two]
every time a fever made him worry about gardening mr nothing thought of the poet with his treats of personal chastisement ... continue reading
*** [untitled one]
mr nothing lived a solitary life spiced with a dose of word supplements taken from a speechless jar ... continue reading
*** [after the rain]
after the rain an umbrella become a burden bare foot standing in the water running slowly down the folded surface ... continue reading
the girl in a red scarf
mr nothing looked at the poet regulating the traffic on a window ledge invaded by firebugs and returned to wiping his fountain pen ... continue reading
tears of judith
the odds were against them his beheaded body marked her with lonely repetition of depictions ... continue reading
the hours of morning’s late
if lack of physical appearance means becoming that replaces being born out of a casual remark ... continue reading
mr nothing expressed his dislike
there was no a garment in mr nothing’s wardrobe that one couldn’t fit in ... continue reading
appearances
mr nothing took off his glasses he liked it that way a bit blurry when trying to make sense of ... continue reading
mr nothing began to doubt
distrustful of personal pronouns while speaking of himself in the third-person singular mr nothing wondered if he should use he or it if anything ... continue reading
mr nothing’s disenchantment
somewhat embarrassing ordeal life isn't it no higher authority though just abandoned abstractions an afterthought ... continue reading
the descending biography
mr nothing bought a fountain pen as every humanly elaborated life requires noble writing implements ... continue reading
mr nothing believes in his author
mr nothing believed in his author a poet whom he created once he himself had been written aloft ... continue reading
the art of premeditated and self-controlled eloquence
obituaries are as promiscuous as always though that's just a fairly good opening line meaningless until we catch the will-o'-the-wisp ... continue reading
all good things that would have happened at dawn
imagine all good things that haven't happened at dawn though they could if there wasn't that dawn mr nothing was private [here name] he thought everyone has some reason to be ashamed of but what if of such reasons there are three hundred and six ... continue reading
mr nothing in a fever
at cockcrow mr nothing passed a man with a dog as dark as the night though the beast was enormous and the owner ... continue reading
mr nothing hidden in the park
is every breath for practical reason or for its own indiscriminate sake and what a surprise to find an end ... continue reading
mr nothing reads the verse
mr nothing drank a glass of water as he couldn't remember the taste just like the citizens of kirrha did ... continue reading
mr nothing’s curse
by the second card mr nothing began to have doubts seeing a red butterfly he was seeking for patterns with help ... continue reading
mr nothing seeds
they used to call him mr nothing one more eccentric josser but harmless with his grammatical incongruousness ... continue reading
