Author Archives: Krysia Jopek

I left everything at the shore because I was happy there on a day there were no reports of chemical warfare. [If this were a Pollock painting, chart the red undercurrent, then the blue.] Happy = not needing anything else … Continue reading →

We have come here to [for]get.  The nets cannot hold.   The postmodern city asks to become a heap/sequence of philosophical guesses, a checklist for the sublime.   Sophisticated equipment set up on the side of the road tracks the … Continue reading →

I hit the reset button—because my thoughts were taking too much time. And the yellow primrose and fuchsia sweet pea were stunning—how the primrose folded in their yellow pages when the sun closed its eyes, and the fuchsia flutter stumbled … Continue reading →

  I. Clear sky on pristine snow—equals a glaring Migraine Room with not enough doors to the mountain—too much light—too much chaos. I did touch you, but I froze. I mean I froze—and tried to touch you. The order of … Continue reading →

A:   I don’t understand what you’re trying to prove. Z:   That I have – nothing – to prove.   A:   This path is shadow. Z:   Yes, this I know     Z: Your silence frightens me. I search but cannot … Continue reading →

When I wake shrouded in warm mist though it is still velvet black night holding all the frozen stars, I do not recognize what we have become. The field where I wept with the dog in my arms; the plateau … Continue reading →

  This may be a rude question—a little up front—in your face—but what the hell are you here for? –At my door soaked from the sleet and rain—after wandering your darkest imaginings by the trap door in the field abutting … Continue reading →

Don’t watch the World News anymore. It’s not the news of the world, but rather a sad commentary of Trumpism. You will hear nothing about Aleppo, the West Bank, Puerto Rico, Africa, China—most of the map you study before elusive … Continue reading →

I miss you so much in the future already. My Archives of the Future. See H for House [of Being], hands, handiwork, hardship, unhandy, handless, hurt, holy, he, him, hearsay, human, holding, hope, honor, Henryk, hatching, etc. It’s been a … Continue reading →

Logic follows    everyone fallen    [not an anchor] yesterday   lifted   empty turrets stone home                 seeing the breath dreaming the luncheon pulled from dizzy   A [re]presentation that would not be understood applauded, hollow.   *   The smallest … Continue reading →