January 4 Seek until you find, he says.You’re never “it.”So you try to hide,but then you findWhat no one ever findsIn a place you already lookedWhen you’re looking for a hiding place.What you find surprises youChanges youRearranges you.So again you try to hide.Instead you findmore that’s rightIn all that’s wrong.And you can’t stop findingBecause your…
My name is Oleoski, I was born 250 kilometers from here in western Ukraine. There’s bad economics in Ukraine, so I come here to Krakow for opportunities. Opportunities to work, I drive Old Jewish tourists and I cook Kosher in kitchens. “Do you keep kosher?” Me, no, I don’t have any religion. And definitely not…
January 2 Sometimes I forget myselfAnd just for a momentThis isn’t doomedI’m as good as you sayI deserve happinessShe won’t wake up,Realize her mistakeAnd come home.You won’t wake upRealize my faultsAnd walk away.When I talk to youI believe
January 2 I’ll never replace what you’ve lostNever heal the scarsOr fill the missing piecesI’ll never fix everything that’s brokenBut I want to try. And I know you’ll find something newGrow in ways you never hopedFind strengths you never imaginedI’ll watch you fix the broken partsAnd I want to try. It’s not the right time…
“Pleased to meet you, I’m Antonio Quaglio. My wife, daughters, we are from Genoa. A little fishing village near Portafino. All Americans know portafino. Here is a picture. We live 40 kilometers to the side of this building.” “It’s easily 50 kilometers,” says his wife. “She is right, she is right. It’s certainly more like…
“Pardon me sir, can I help you open the jar.” “Yes please. You are a very strong woman. And kind. You are so kind to notice I needed help. You know I am a mess. I’m simply a mess.” “Everyone is a mess,” I said. “Some are just better at pretending they aren’t.” “Everyone might…
December 29 There’s no darkness in you could make me cower in fearNo mistake you’ve made that I don’t want to hear You can’t be too loud or too big, too real, or convoluted.There can’t be too much intensity I would need muted. Like cinnamon, you’ve learned to give just a bit to each personBecause…
Dec 29 I’ve fallen in love with myselfHe said.His mind, omnipotent, creates the perfect woman, the perfect compliment, his yen, his missing piece.Everything about this fictional girl is bait for his affections. She is what he thinks he wants, and what he really needs, blended,Like a healthy smoothie that tastes good.She listensShe entertainsShe is good…
December 26 I look at each man and find something to want. Whoever he is, he turns me on.The patriarch, a father who cares for his family.The philosopher, poet, no thoughts of money.The consummate entertainer, exploiting the crowds.The debater and cynic, obnoxious and loud.The sensitive lover, caress at his fingertips.The bold provocateur with incredible lips.Each…
December 23 When Beauty’s heart was piercedShe crawled in bed and covered upDestined to sleep alone in nightmaresLost, confused and fierce. The castle built strong with wallsThick and steep to hold her inAnd keep everyone out byCertain death or threat of fall. The moat around the wall was deepAnd treacherous for anyoneWho tried to swim…
