Monthly Archives: March 2013

The writer tightropes over the abyss of uncertainties, darkness, and ineffable grandeur—with a steadying branch of humility, conviction, trepidation, wonderment—recording the circuitous thoughts, emotions that spiral back to the beginning, middle, and end all simultaneous again. The book she is … Continue reading →

I am at the Sunday office in the service of Poetry Again—honoring Wallace Stevens, business man, poet, philosopher and dear, dead friend. There is so much to thank so many for, even myself, if I could muster all of that … Continue reading →

Losing less, I am mapping form, constrast, shadow–across the lens of dusk: a cartography of chaos, music; one could say noble love or less — Krysia Jopek (@KrysiaJopek) March 18, 2013

I am waking up with the black bears, our paws awkward, clutching sky. We have slept through the last weeks of winter, dreaming of what we love as flickering colors, laughing in our heavy sleep, running the open fields without snow … Continue reading →

Maps and Shadows by Krysia Jopek Hey, did you know that during World War II almost 1.5 million Polish civilians were deported to forced labor camps in Siberia? Isn’t that a cheerful little fact? As should be apparent by now … Continue reading →