a cheeky chant for zombies
I dream of the city and of friends considering suicide.
he shouted: look, a magic trick!
the greatest happiness is happiness in the midst of misery
Off_Comp winner Maria Jastrzębska is reading
Silence. The focus was to be sharp, but the boys ran out of shot.
The first time I’m home alone and scared of answering the phone.
The Western wind stroked the horizon, our village suddenly Siberian.
That Catallus sparrow grew into a right little shit.
hear come and take me out for a walk
Bombing of Poems over Warsaw in London
And so, what you really want to tell me is that I am now the old times.
certainly not he, who was here before me and dug in the rain
you said: “the winter is drawing in, give me your coat,
Ewa Beata Mościcka – A Varsovian etching
GENOWEFA JAKUBOWSKA-FIJAŁKOWSKA – THE END TASTE OF STRAWBERRIES
Rafał Gawin – In sex do you seek form or content?
Fragments from a journey – new writing from Tomasz Ososiński
Christopher Reid wins Costa book prize
I belong to a generation which died long ago.