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for the road take.

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by Jakub Pacześniak.
(Translated by Charles S. Kraszewski)

for the road take
a honeycomb of fire
from the hearth
at which
you’d sit

oftener alone
than with anyone else

that’s nothing
it’s the warmth
that counts

and that stitch
of flame
delicately
licking

the thought
of someone’s
home
within you

 

 

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by Artur Grabowski. My friend is a contractor, so everything he says is concrete. As hard as an emergenc night shift, and as short as a thirty year mortgage in quiet proximity to other mortal creatures. Our frequent arguments end in politely stubborn disagreements over the nearest place to park. See, you’ve got to be as […]

Foul weather (a parable).

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by Artur Grabowski. (Translated by Charles S. Kraszewski) He left the house and sat down on the seashore. Over there, far away, the navy-blue stripe beneath the uncovered sky. Past it broad fields, as cold as a fish-skin fur. Further on the greenish-yellow colour of life. On the smooth strand, transparent crescents outlined in foam. […]

the blooming meadows.

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by Jakub Paczesniak. (translated by Charles S. Kraszewski) the blooming meadows spread wide just outside the door a stream of honey-coloured light fell from the sky the trees turned their green faces in our direction the valley filled with figures of air and we went along thinking that we’re going along alone