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insistent
insistentpink knowledge“lick my bloody lip.” desperate grace.A suitcase by the door. a child’s facestares through the window to a mirrorwithout a reflectiona promise of a life with less winter. O the gaze of…
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Sins of the Fathers – a poem
A haunting winter train ride leaving Kraków becomes a surreal meditation on inheritance, identity, and the strange tenderness of memory—where a grandfather’s stolen silver beard becomes a child made of breath and snow.
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the interlude: a poem
This poem traces a brief, aching love—from physical closeness and longing to the aftermath, where memory turns into a footnote and names become just names.
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Blurring the house – a poem
It’s August captures a young father mowing the lawn, children tangled in summer flowers, and a hidden figure smoking in the house. This poem reveals the quiet complexity of early family life and…
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It’s True – a poem
It Is True” poem is a playful confession of love and mischief, where a secret roller coaster sewn into a dress creates a breathless, joyful reveal.
