- Lexington, Kentucky, USA
- November 10
- Freelance writer, I grew up in Krakow, Poland and have lived in the U.S. most of my life.
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- Prayer of St. Thomas Aquinas
November 28, 2013 08:30AM
- Gravitating George
September 01, 2013 09:21PM
- Sheep Cheese, Salami and Cheap
August 27, 2013 03:35PM
- Prenniversary at Promontory
May 27, 2013 11:56PM
- Two Better Than One
May 09, 2013 09:51PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Glad someone took it
under a microscope. In a way
we all do
things that make
November 03, 2013 09:10AM
- “So much truth in this
one. People count. Things we
us after a while.
October 14, 2013 03:25AM
- “profecy or depressy...
speaking from the
October 08, 2013 06:14PM
- “done.... with every
prescribed detail> Did you
September 12, 2013 10:39PM
- “Why I only found it now
? Thanks for a perfect trip.
so much, never got
September 05, 2013 03:16AM
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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 »
The Georgia Boy basking in B
Found a Bee -wrapped--box under the tree.
A bevvy of opportunity.
Red ribbon sealed the clean slate creation
When Santa Clause paid for his education
And though the North Pole is equally cold spot
It sure can… Read full post »
When Polish pilot, Tadeusz Wrona landed Boeing 627 on its belly on 11/01/11 at the Okecie Airport in Warsaw, without much fuss or traction-reducing foam, I let out a sigh of relief, then applauded, with due admiration. The adage was coined instantly: Fly like an Eagle, land like Wrona. The… Read full post »
While the country was on a shopping spree Black Friday to Cyber Monday, Paula, yellow pad and pencil in hand, spent the weekend making a budget for the baby she’d carry to school and care for this week. Two weeks -- to be exact. It’s a flour baby season… Read full post »
Bart came home for Thanksgiving on the Amtrak train wearing a sign on the cardboard paper “Justice for Student Loans.” He said he’d met an interesting girl on the train, who sat next to him and was well equipped for the late night talking with a traveling size bottle of… Read full post »
"The best life is suspected, not examined."
The slice of orange hovered
At the head of the road.
I was going… Read full post »