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The cadaver of me

When windows become doors and doors windows,
when every next bus stop is a rushed page away,
and a kachina doll collection takes on such importance
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 18/08/2022 1 Minute

One day

I thought if I moved on, one day I would have a decent bed,
lined with satin strokes and a longing “once upon a time,”
with Chet’s Almost Blue and merrily misplaced cufflinks
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 17/08/2022 1 Minute

Hope against hope

I remember when “for ever” simply complemented “are we there yet?”,
only to turn into “for as long as it is humanly possible” over time.
But as The Freewheelin’ has stopped spinning over the winter months
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 09/08/2022 1 Minute

The inheritance

Sometimes I take pictures of genre scenes
with half-empty bottles. I hoard them in rolls
of undeveloped film lying around in the drawer
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 07/08/2022 1 Minute

My deathbed bride

When I close my eyes, will they shine
once you trade my touch piece for the waterway toll?
You know, there is no room for us both,
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 01/08/2022 1 Minute

The anatomy lesson

I remember you asking me, what if the only autobiography is a few stains
on the shower curtain and an online shopping history? Would I regret it?
As we stand on the crowded bus, my fingertips brush against the spine
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry 2 Comments 29/07/2022 1 Minute

Nothing left but small talk

When there is nothing left but small talk,
like a sip of water, the silence goes smoothly
along with a bag of scorned books and a bundle
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 26/07/2022 1 Minute

Sunday morning

It’s Sunday morning. Someone on the telly mentions Wordsworth. You know him
vaguely, akin to one of those random Latin proverbs you try to impress others with
while pretending not to notice labels dangling from your wrists. It’s Sunday morning.
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 24/07/2022 1 Minute

The tower

My name is Rapunzel. I live in the tower. Nothing fancy,
but no point in complaining. After all, who is to notice
that the cheap wallpaper has long since stopped pretending
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 23/07/2022 1 Minute

What can’t I see?

When I was young, I used to read novels. I read a lot.
And then I stopped. Probably because I wished
for something more, something better, something real.
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 20/07/2022 1 Minute

All the trinkets of the day

Waking up hurts. A glass of buttermilk and a handful
of vitamins as a breakfast substitute and a momentary
dedication to oral hygiene measure the effort needed...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 05/03/202205/03/2022 1 Minute

Only the fear and tears

I didn’t sleep well last night.
Already disheartened, I spent the usual
eight hours in front of the computer. ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 04/03/2022 1 Minute

All it takes

It takes a comedian to stand firm on a besieged stage
where every day is a deadly rehearsal for a tragedy
written and directed by an amateur historian. It takes ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 02/03/2022 1 Minute

He is playing the cursed card!

And suddenly, it went quiet for a moment
of disbelief. He is playing the cursed card,
only it has long ceased to be just another ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 28/02/2022 1 Minute

Putin, go fuck yourself

It would seem that everything was going according to plan.
The weather was good, the protesters came in decent numbers,
there were flags, banners full of angry slogans, candles. ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 27/02/2022 1 Minute

Kyiv, not Kiev

My word processor struggles with the name Kyiv.
For some baffling reason, it suggests that I mean Vicky.
At least it does not mind a psychopath, a thug, terror, war, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 26/02/2022 1 Minute

No time for regrets

A bully gets bolder over time,
taking advantage of the passivity of decent people.
So now, as we wring our hands over Kiev, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 25/02/2022 1 Minute

Why die for Kiev?

Do you remember these words?
To fight alongside our Polish friends
for the common defence ...
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A pain in the…

Well-mannered people mince their words,
presumably so as not to hurt the feelings
of others. But when one casually mentions ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 22/02/2022 1 Minute

People like us

Nobody loves people like us.
Endearingly naive and possibly
just as self-centred, we crave ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 18/02/2022 1 Minute

The cadence of her steps

First, there was the ancient lyrical cadence
of handclapping, which scared the gulls
and attracted the eyes of rare passers-by. ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 16/02/2022 1 Minute

Is there any coffee left, Dad?

“Let’s talk about Friday night.”
“You know, it’s only Tuesday morning?”
“That’s exactly my point.” ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 12/02/2022 1 Minute

The day after yesterday

Solitude requires concentration. It all starts the day before, in the evening,
with the effort of setting the alarm clock, until “effort” and “time” stop
being synonyms. The vocabulary soon expands to include a new definition...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 10/02/202205/03/2022 1 Minute

Necessities

“Your dinner is in the microwave.” He stared at an old plastic container
with a misshapen lid, filled with a random mix of vegetables, some fresh
and some canned, and water with a dash of olive oil. Dinner has always...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 09/02/2022 1 Minute

Nothing but silence

His greatest ambition had always been to be uneven,
somewhat passé in every step he took,
as he denied himself too much sense ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 08/02/2022 1 Minute

The misery of the poet’s life

The poet was cursing the misery of his life. The small hermitage
in the centre of a large city that he now shared with Mr. Nothing
and Platocrates witnessed many of his misfortunes. Once conceived ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 06/02/2022 1 Minute

To invent the fly

As he wandered through the shouting streets of Friday night,
Mr. Nothing wondered if it was worth trading his tinnitus
for the promise of fun at McNasty’s, as the name itself was ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 05/02/2022 1 Minute

On the eve of returning to the office

Upset Mr. Nothing tried to remember the last time he had tied
the Windsor knot. The blue shirts hung neatly in the wardrobe,
waiting for the moment he would return to his previous routine. ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 01/02/2022 1 Minute

Xin nian kuai le / San nin fai lok

There were words that had been uttered
with great emphasis in the rush of youth
that had misunderstood a disillusioned old man, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 31/01/2022 1 Minute

The usual glass of cognac

Hearing the moped passing down the street,
Mr. Nothing thought about that morning
when, instead of the usual glass of cognac, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 30/01/2022 1 Minute

Two years ahead

“In a week, you will be forty-seven.” As he listened
to the first gusts of Storm Malik, the poet wondered where
their names might have come from, but at these words, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 29/01/2022 1 Minute

That long glance

He was probably a little more articulated than most of his peers,
and at that point, too deprived of any further illusions to stand
the excess of their attention without even a single bitter note. ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 27/01/2022 1 Minute

After summer comes spring

Undercooked yellow split peas taste exactly like
undercooked yellow split peas. There is nothing
surprising about it, and you know it beforehand, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 26/01/2022 1 Minute

On the waiting list

As lofty as it might sound, the prolonged wait to meet destiny
made Mr. Nothing sometimes forget the taint in his chest.
But then a twinge or a waiting list reminder brings him to heel. ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 25/01/2022 1 Minute

Just like the first time

The old business card used as a bookmark
told Mr. Nothing the last time he had attempted
to read the sesquipedalian first-fruits of the poet, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 24/01/2022 1 Minute

The one who asks the question

There were words that Mr. Nothing did not trust
the dictionary to provide an adequate definition for.
For instance, what was he supposed to say ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 23/01/2022 1 Minute

Just another man

Mr. Nothing watched the poet tinkering with a typewriter
and Platocrates weighing white and black pebbles in his hands
while looking thoughtfully at a large clay jar standing in front ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 22/01/202222/01/2022 1 Minute

You were carrying the cup

The poet came to the conclusion
that he lacked a good biography.
He was not a war hero, not even a child of war. ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 21/01/2022 1 Minute

Deceptive meadow

The poet would likely find better words,
but Mr. Nothing only ventured to repeat
after a song, as tormented by the myriads ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 16/01/2022 1 Minute

A fallen eyelash

A glass of water at Old Blackfriars caught Mr. Nothing's thoughts,
while the poet's playful banter charmed a jasmine gaze on the other side
of the table. It was the taste of the water, somewhat salty with some sip, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 14/01/2022 1 Minute

As real as an act

Like all great inventions, love is an act
of fiction. And while you may tend to focus
on the “fiction” part, I would suggest paying ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 13/01/2022 1 Minute

Untouchably close

They sat next to each other. He tried to rewrite her name
in his untrained jiǎntǐzì. She amusedly tilted her head
at the sound of his tongue twisters. Their doors were closed, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 12/01/2022 1 Minute

For the poem’s sake

“Nobody reads poetry these days.”
Mr. Nothing shifted a questioning glance
from the pages of Britannia Depicta ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 11/01/2022 1 Minute

A reflection

One sunny afternoon, the poet expressed some concern
that there was nothing in his life but a popularity contest.
And then Platocrates burst out laughing, although it was ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 10/01/2022 1 Minute

Who knows

A genius or a madman, the poet really knew how to touch a nerve at times.
Even the simple-minded Platocrates, in the depths of despair, on occasion
insisted that there was a reason why poets, although treated with respect, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 09/01/2022 1 Minute

Facing the fool

Nobody listens to Platocrates in Castlegate any more. Even the seagulls
were more interested in the scraps of bread than in his tortuous arguments.
The thing is, nowadays, the agora has moved into different realms, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 08/01/2022 1 Minute

Always trying

He had always wanted to be able to play the piano
or the violin, for that matter, but at this point, Mr. Nothing,
although reluctantly, admitted that he could actually be ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 07/01/2022 1 Minute

A stroller

Mr. Nothing knew many things, but nothing of much importance.
On warm afternoons, on his way to a walk along the promenade,
he liked to stop at Castlegate and listen to the old drunk Platocrates ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 06/01/202207/01/2022 1 Minute

Alter egos

Mr. Nothing looked at the man he had become,
the man he had once wanted to be,
and the man he had a chance to grow up into, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 06/01/202207/01/2022 1 Minute

A bookworm

It was a beautiful winter morning, so I finally decided to go for a walk.
I changed, washed my teeth, polished my shoes, checked all the socket
switches and water taps, and, making sure everything was fine, left. ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 04/01/2022 1 Minute

Undefined

I never really knew what was expected
as me, what part I was supposed to play,
and there was always something rough ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 04/01/2022 1 Minute

In case of fire

Rain is just water. It does not hurt
to watch the drops trickle down the glass.
I still remember when, out of disposable moments, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 02/01/2022 1 Minute

A resolution

So, here we are, another year,
another pile of unfulfillable goals
and wishful thinking. But this time, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 01/01/2022 1 Minute

The source of footnotes by my bed

I always have a book
on my bedside table.
The same book, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 31/12/2021 1 Minute

The penultimate day

As eleven degrees Celsius attracts awakened flies
and anti-vaccine rallies, the crowded promenade,
filled with the barking of dogs and the cries of gulls ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 30/12/2021 1 Minute

You who enter here

So you finally made it
through the winter's allegro non molto.

Now, lying on the shore of the Channel ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 30/12/2021 1 Minute

Legends

A little girl watched an armada of biremes
hurtling to the north-east with the Lacedaemonian army
and their proud king, her father. ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 29/12/202129/12/2021 1 Minute

All that matters

The winners write history textbooks, the others cover plain fields.
There is nothing revealing about it. One could say, a simple fact of life.
And it worked out just fine for millennia. At least for the winners. ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 29/12/2021 1 Minute

well then?

i should have just stayed invisible.
with a body that hurts in so many ways,
my voice finally leaked all over the bed ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 28/12/2021 1 Minute

the heelot’s prey

i was a teen when i first heard the colonel mention them,
the heelots, that they had got a stranglehold on me,
and filled with dread, i added, before i was even born. ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 27/12/2021 1 Minute

a lesson in logic

if the dumbest of creatures are always the happiest,
then my miserable disposition inevitably leads
to the conclusion that i must be particularly bright, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 27/12/2021 1 Minute

the good book

there is something appalling about the idea of a secular bible,
as if we were that poor relative from the provinces, skilfully
imitating metropolitan customs yet somehow not quite right. ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 26/12/2021 1 Minute

a brew

i must be alive, since i am writing this stanza
after i walked you home and said goodnight,
even though it was morning. i must be alive. ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 26/12/2021 1 Minute

a napkin

as charming as he may be, a poet is not a husband-material,
because sooner or later he will turn your life into a cadence
of words scattered randomly across the page. so you better ...
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a jolly picture

the shadows belong to the nooks and crannies,
so when one dares to step out into the brightness
without a veil of delight, one will get slapped ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 25/12/2021 1 Minute

only twenty years late

should we embrace the word finally
or just allow ourselves one more moment
of self-pity? when there is not much left ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 25/12/2021 1 Minute

the missed vigil supper

there were supposed to be twelve traditional dishes
and carols for a family celebration, but why bother
with all that when there is no family to celebrate? ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 24/12/2021 1 Minute

in faery lands forlorn

cast adrift in provisional scenery,
like sleepwalkers, we move along
the grooves of a vinyl record ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 24/12/2021 1 Minute

and join the chorus

i do not like christmas carols
in december. i really like them
in july, when it confuses people ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 23/12/2021 1 Minute

a forsaken word dweller

my name is not important, but if you would like to hear it, listen
to the rain in december. my age does not matter, but if you must know
how old i am, look at the granite road paving remains at the gallowgate, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 23/12/2021 1 Minute

the pillar of shame

i still remember when my father
brought home our first vhs player.
it was a rarity in communist poland. ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 23/12/2021 1 Minute

otherwise-wise

sometimes it crosses my mind that i have
probably had exorbitant expectations. otherwise,
what a problem it was to find someone ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 21/12/2021 1 Minute

laughing hysterically to get noticed

when i read the diary of my favourite thinker
in english, knowing the polish original,
i was a bit disappointed. on the other hand, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 20/12/2021 1 Minute

you were the only person i knew

i think we should buy a copy of casablanca
or maybe when harry met sally would suffice
(oh my goodness, i love that pecan pie!, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 19/12/2021 1 Minute

a little more to live

i guess i just like to sound
a little melodramatic
as while nibbling a carrot, ...
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the poet’s life

what does it mean if, when your ex uses you,
your daughter does not even acknowledge
your existence, and you fall for your friend ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 16/12/202117/12/2021 1 Minute

a word of sudden hope

it was four shillings' worth of words, moved gently once
across millennia and given with a thoughtful line to soothe
the nights of chilling blackouts. i found it hidden on a shelf ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 15/12/2021 1 Minute

the one we missed

tell me, whose fault was it that we tried to escape the autumn scent,
naively believing in the linden blossoms collected that summer?
you taught me to follow your inattentive gaze into shady alleys. ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 13/12/2021 1 Minute

as time goes by

it was supposed to be magic, except that she had never heard
of as time goes by, and magic has been in short supply lately.
so, as i walked her home, i let myself draw an imaginary line ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 12/12/2021 1 Minute

all is calm, all is bright

a homeless couple hidden from the rain
under the mercat cross play carols on flutes
to remind strangers what a decent life is, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 10/12/2021 1 Minute

to the brothers anti-vaxxers

i am feverish, so i might rave…
kidding, these are just mild flu
symptoms. but my arm hurts ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 07/12/2021 1 Minute

all i need

the last piece of flatbread ruthlessly reminds me
of all the insatiabilities i scrupulously note down
every time i check the pantry cabinet, the fridge, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 06/12/2021 1 Minute

i did say yes back then

politics is for grown-ups, not for a poor poetaster immersed
in the juvenile world of mr. magorium's wonder emporium,
who is fairly disappointed that he cannot breath in and out ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 05/12/2021 1 Minute

enjoy your wedding!

a woman in a wedding dress expects anything
but disappointment. and she should, because,
frankly speaking, otherwise, what is the point? ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 05/12/2021 1 Minute

all is vanity

today i learned a new expression:
the bureaucracy of death. i heard it
from the custodian of peace of mind, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 02/12/2021 1 Minute

elusive reasons for concern

as i slowly begin to forget the names of people
and places, and the titles of once-favourite songs
say less and less, the evening nap suddenly becomes ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 01/12/2021 1 Minute

it was just another task

when i was half my age, i saw a dead body
directly in front of my face, lying on the hood
of a van. it was a driver who was thrown out ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 30/11/2021 1 Minute

the motivations behind

if i were writing about the indigenous peoples of america,
canada, and australia being second-class citizens in their
ancestral lands; or if i were writing about palestinians ...
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but life goes on as usual

nights with the prince of cool, dim street lights
outside the window, a glass of water enough
to accidentally blur a crooked handwritten note ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 29/11/202129/11/2021 1 Minute

the definition of a home

back at home… a phrase that, even after over a year,
i still feel uneasy saying. and i am not bothered by
the penny plain furnishings, as long as the bookshelves ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 29/11/2021 1 Minute

true desires

i am not looking for a woman
to die for, but one that i would like
to live for. i could take her to the lake, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 28/11/2021 1 Minute

to be a man

i am a man. but what does it mean?
to be clear, it is not about my flat chest
and what is in my pants. it is not even ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 28/11/2021 1 Minute

the moment before i get up

it is five in the morning and my maltese friend just woke me up
to let me know how much he appreciates my stanzas. i am cold.
the temperature dropped below zero, so i moved my mattress ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 28/11/2021 1 Minute

lost on the run

i do not remember if i was young
for long, if i had a teddy bear, or if i was
afraid of the monsters under the bed. ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 27/11/202127/11/2021 1 Minute

a shrug or whatever it is

people find me funny when i am angry
because i am angry, although usually
just sad and otherwise unremarkable. ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 27/11/2021 1 Minute

the symbols of fear

many years have passed since i learned the greek alphabet.
the first cause was, as always, the blind bard from ionia,
followed by the three tragedians and the father of comedy. ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 27/11/2021 1 Minute

farewell

lapped with gusts of wind, the longing sound
of violins sinks into the rapids of pavement,
flooding the rainy day with pachelbel’s canon. ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 26/11/2021 1 Minute

inappropriate questions

every time i die, word by word, breaking through
the stanzas, i reveal my anointed embarrassment
resting on the paper catafalque. every little slip, ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 25/11/2021 1 Minute

the toll of the night

you do not have to be particularly unhappy;
sometimes all you need is to not be happy
enough. then you get your gaiety booster ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 25/11/2021 1 Minute

falling leaves caress shadows

maybe i listened to too much dylan and read
too many romantic poets, but who could blame me
for feeling disappointed when, while searching for the path ...
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 23/11/2021 1 Minute

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