Author Archives: Krysia Jopek

/23   The words were very hungry and, in turn, made the people who heard them hungry.   Some of the captivated audience would go for celebratory pizza and beer and talk utter bullshit;   others flew home in metal-boxes … Continue reading →

I lost the night, the skeleton key to my grandmother’s china cabinet, my shadow at the airfield when the military planes went by, the turquoise and chartreuse scarf my mother brought me back from Ireland last May, my resolve. I … Continue reading →

written after Henry Jopek [my father] passed away on March 31, 2015 Shed the black cloths of mourning for white lilies, gladiolas, tulips, hyacinth. A private grieving finally alone in the House. Thank God. Birds sleeping in the rain in … Continue reading →

Count the steps to the mailbox at night, the number of seconds in emotional freefall, the minutes left in the hour, the hours until the work finish line. There is always more time [on some level] somewhere. When flipping the … Continue reading →

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Lost, this. Lost, thus. Sleep wages a feeble war to defy her armor. Her edges pull down a tent of stupor. The brain—an organ of electro-chemical relationships, toxic or devoid. Transactions missing syn- apses, useless syntax. The final lime green … Continue reading →

Fireworks resumed deep in the stomach, avalanching a euphoria that bled enormous lilies. The attendant soundtrack was quite abstract [ocean at high tide set to rain]: recompense for too many days of suffering. If you can only blame yourself, don’t … Continue reading →

The slanted rain took away perpendicular lines. Waterproof lipstick, a first-world commodity. The man collecting cans did not know how to count them. The store owner did not cheat him, and the man was able to buy two single servings … Continue reading →