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The first sentence

I have never been quite sure of the first sentence,
but what is the worst that could happen—a shrug
or an equally adequate reaction? At least words,
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 01/12/2022 1 Minute

Dilemmas of my own

I wonder what it would be like if my surname were Young, if it would suit me,
especially now, in my late forties, when I feel anything but young. Unfortunately,
none of the twelve shillings’ worth of words occupying my desk brings anything
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 25/10/2022 1 Minute

One could always use a fountain pen

When did we stop using fountain pens? I used to like the blue scribbles
on the pages of my notebook. And why would someone else’s words,
if one found them not worth the ink, still be kept in the ethereal depths
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Maciej Modzelewski English poetry, poetry Leave a comment 27/08/2022 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

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

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

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

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

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