Loca-poem
Passionate as a misfired bullet, You aim at me but never hit, you have no target, but you lit the whole place on fire. Then you see through your own eyes, though there’s nothing else to see, this… Continue Reading
Month: January 2019
Empanady- opowiadanie
Szedłem pewnego popołudnia, jak zwykle, by zabić czas, dopóki moja żona nie wróci do domu na obiad. Continue Reading
The unlikely ones: Higher class
“Where the fuck are they?” he grumbled while he opened all the drawers of his living room desk. He would absentmindedly leave his keys on the first place he found and therefore he needed to look for them in odd… Continue Reading
The unlikely ones: He tried but failed
Tragedy rarely comes unannounced but it flows to our heart in small sporadic doses. We always try to arbitrarily attribute the quality of tragic to a single event, such as a Tsunami or a Holocaust, but even these events are… Continue Reading
Windowsill- poem
When this is all over, and your eyes become nondescript blue, and your name something that started with some letter, I’ll still remember windowsill, call me weird. When your face is filled with generic features to make up for time… Continue Reading
The unlikely ones: The evil hour
You can’t get inspiration from sadness; it’s not possible. Your actual inspiration comes from the hope of joy that this sadness triggers. And joy is easier to achieve when you’re sad than when you’re in a limbo of satisfaction. The… Continue Reading