Good morning

Second day of winter they announced on the radio while I am making coffee flannel blanket wrapped across my chest.   These dark mornings of waking up to the voices of announcers who had been up for hours and walked to their cars warming up to their day of sending their words into the ether. … More Good morning

Pasikonik w pokoju

Promienie słońca na twarzy wiatrak w tle poduszka w zwolnionym tempie. Rano, a ja budzę sie ku słońcu. Liscie drzew i kwiaty jaśminu biegają po podworku nieba tkając pajęczynę tak, że srebrne rybki pluskają po twarzy nadal. Mogę budzić sie powoli, sennie, chłodno. Nie muszę. Wstaję po to, żeby otworzyć szklane drzwi na oścież wpuścić … More Pasikonik w pokoju

On a rock

Warm clementine the smell became the taste. My bed does not seem hard, somehow. Pink calves, since they met the icy stream. Hair let loose, at last.  Backpack for a pillow. Lying on a rock now, after miles in the bush.

Inextinguishable

The dreams we whisper with my unspoken understanding that they will not be touched by reality. Going away, somewhere, getting lost with no need to be found. Belly warmth forever, inextinguishable. The pupil of your eye when I dive there deep is where I will cherish these. Do not spoil.