Contemplating the promise of upcoming spring

The coming of spring is fresh in the air. It drifts and wafts through the universe. To me, more than any other time, this is the most perfect time to be making promises to our future selfs and our future lives. Not in the dark December nights, when the old year tips off the edge,…

Grey song

piosenka szara w godzinie switu krzyk ptaka stalowe niebo otwarte oczy i martwe zrenice drzace powieki Codziennosc *** My only little bit of poetry that has ever been published, in 1995. I remember it was also November. Twenty years ago, in a local tiny town newspaper. I wrote it at 13. In a very “free…