- Lexington, Kentucky, USA
- November 10
- Freelance writer, I grew up in Krakow, Poland and have lived in the U.S. most of my life.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Facebook Fair
January 23, 2015 10:56PM
- Proud Citizen at Proud Citizen
January 18, 2015 11:43PM
November 22, 2014 05:10PM
November 20, 2014 04:28PM
- Remembering Jane Gentry Vance
October 10, 2014 06:15PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “third-world bazaar
proportions ... that's
February 04, 2015 09:54PM
- “What a happy garland to
go with this hammer.
January 25, 2015 02:00PM
- “It is good to
January 24, 2015 11:51AM
- “Yes, The Pope clearly
slipped. Je suis
January 18, 2015 11:57PM
- “and what about
December 08, 2014 08:08PM
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Two doctors, a blonde and a brunnette … Read full post »
This is the day Mitt Romney has chosen to visit Warsaw. A symbolic move, for sure, coming to the city on the eve of the day when at 5 p.m. sharp the sirens would wail in commemoration, as they did on August 1st 1944 giving the signal for the Warsaw Uprising Eighteen… Read full post »
“This is a place where Aphrodite
Came out of the sea foam,” he said.
Knees bent to chin, I caught the sight
Through the left-side back-seat window.
The road pictures were colored stones,
A mosaic of a kaleidoscope visor. Rosette. A cube,… Read full post »
Urszula Dudziak, Polish jazz personality who made her home in New York since the 70’s returned recently to Poland. She is one of the best Polish jazz vocalists with a fantastic five-octave voice range and a very international career singing along Jeanne Lee, Bobby McFerrin, Norma Winst… Read full post »
I have the thing with Nora Ephron. I hold her close to my bed in place of a year-round four-leaf clover, ever since she published : “I Remember Nothing.”
It hits you right in the face: You too? Thank you, thank you.
The thing is, the title jumped at… Read full post »
I got this e-mail today from the Clowns of America who first wanted to have me as a regular free subscriber, no strings attached. And now, after a few lessons on behaviorism, and having me hooked on the color of their voice and the cow lick of their hair,… Read full post »
It all started with me chairing the Art in Bloom 2012, the annual fundraiser for the Art Museum at the University of Kentucky. The event in February revolves around floral designers who come to interpret pieces of art from the museum collection with flowers. Getting prepared for the event put m… Read full post »
Under the glowing orange
The sky separated into stripes of
pink and purple we watched over jagged arugula
Peppered with red and yellow beet
Slices, ancient and circled like sequoias.
“She does it for me. She paints it for me… Read full post »
Dear Mr. Colbert,
What a beautiful graduation gift you equipped me with. I can’t thank you enough. Your book I AM A POLE (AND SO CAN YOU) was a big hit at the graduation party I hosted for poles apart.
Despite it being a surprise , they both arrived… Read full post »
A single rose is stretching
Straight and tall in a rose bed.
A warm strawberry pink. Flower
So long it should be measured
In furlong. Standing unflinched
Slender and solo, she slightly bends
Toward her rosy friends. A Beauty
Unshaken ,studded with thorns
Between two ends.
I stand in front of a shelf at the supermarket looking at rows of cans with tomato paste, and cannot decide which one is the right kind for my tomato soup. How do I know the red can with a bramble of leafy vines is the thing for me? Is it… Read full post »
My daughter Paula sent me a text on my phone, “ help me choose a prom dress,”…It was a small victory for the mother. Here you go, I thought triumphantly: you, who were too cool to… then started typing typical grouch mother stuff, “I told you so, why did you… Read full post »
There is a trap underneath your sunny weather condition.
It’s a sweet nature direct intervention
Meteorologists like to call inversion.
An euphemism, for sure, when you think of
Lapislazulean sky that stretches above your head
And leaks into snow-capped mountain peaks
While the cold air… Read full post »
You will deny me three times
Before the rooster crows.
Each time with oblivion
And nonrecognition. The position
You choose to protect your own
Interests: invested in yourself,
for yourself, by yourself, until a bigger
Fish swallows you too. Like right now,
I hear you in the belly of your replac… Read full post »
If you want to impress me
Caress me with a triple diamond.
Guide me to the butte
Take me down the chute,
Meet me at the colouir
With the hanging rock above
And the Northern Star below.
Be my Picabo Street or Tom Moe
And when I take a long… Read full post »
I woke up from a nightmare. It is an easy recipe. You go to a good-old Mexican place for dinner and order a crisp tortilla that looks like a tropical island finished with refried pinto beans, onions, and jalapeños, that you wash down with a house margarita on the rocks. It… Read full post »
A Spoonful of Water
We will never know what she meant when she said,
“I’d drown you in a spoonful of water.”
Did she really mean harm?
Did she have in… Read full post »
Titanettes, female fauna,
naked as the rumbling of barrels.
They roost in trampled beds,
asleep, with mouth agape, ready to crow.
Their pupils have fled into flesh
and sound the glandular depths
from which yeast seeps into their blood.
Daughters of the Baroque. Dough
thickens in throughs, bath… Read full post »
True love. Is it normal
is it serious, is it practical?
What does the world get from two people
who exist in a world of their own?
Placed on the same pedestal for no good reason,
drawn randomly from millions but convinced
it had to happen this way -… Read full post »
“We smoke the last cigarette and drank the last coffee,” said Michal Rusinek this morning,when asked about if he had a chance to say goodbye to Wislawa Szymborska.
A Polish poet and the Nobel Prize Winner died yesterday evening in Krakow at the age of 88. Michal Rusinek has been a pr… Read full post »
He leans against an elevator.
A fascinator for a day.
They chat about the weather.
The overcast and winter storm.
He checks her whereabouts and
Where is destination.
The fifteenth floor. Voila.
An elevator folds inside
And fills… Read full post »
Nikky Finney’s newest book of poems: “Head Off and Split” swept the poetry world, and landed the poetess on the cover of Poetry Magazine. It was even before the National Book Award for Finney made it official. Being a literary celebrity has it perks, which means you talk to the poet… Read full post »
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