Author Archives: Krysia Jopek

THE DARK PROLIFERATES EVERYTHING

Let’s not get into this now—this driverless car that could easily crash that neither of us can afford, this city taxi cab (that will drive too fast near the bicycle lane)—or step into this afternoon of apple-green light, prescient of … Continue reading

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WHERE WERE WE?

We were on page 72—cringing as the main character stepped onto the plane, knowing what would happen because of the foreshadowing on page 47. Her fiance would be destroyed in the next chapter, which might require tissues or a walk … Continue reading

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TEAM-BUILDING MEETING 1

The gods and goddesses convened and after much vehement debate, opted that the human world or plateau as they called it, would end on a Monday to give their underlings a last-hurrah weekend though the creatures wouldn’t be privy to … Continue reading

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DEATH, POETRY, & FREDDIE MERCURY

I’d like to return this exquisite bouquet I purchased here a bit over a week ago. As you can see for yourself, all the chartreuse orchids and fuchsia oriental lilies are dead. Here is my crumpled receipt. Sorry about that. … Continue reading

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IMPROMPTU GEOMETERY WITH HELIX AND ELLIPSE

for Thom Foster, the titler of this poem 1. Sun angled on intense white snow seizes the eyes as prisoners. The cell is lonely. It lacks the necessary memory of other cells— genetic codes inscribed upside down or backwards— deviant … Continue reading

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GAMES WE PLAY AT NIGHT

1. Check the double D batteries of the trove of flashlights in the pantry closet because more than three-quarters don’t work and the high winds violently whipping outside—will knock out the electricity again. Bring the rotting, termite-infested birchwood logs (the … Continue reading

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I DON’T WANT TO DREAM ANYMORE

The ghosts of the house have supplanted me. I don’t want to dream anymore. All plants have souls: Socrates. He picked his own poison: hemlock. The chalice clung frozen to his lies but he was not fearful of fate he … Continue reading

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ELUSIVE CARTOGRAPHIES

This coming Saturday when I shall see you, a fellow human— seems so long ago, half-years, in fact. I’m in dog time imploring focus, but the dog doesn’t realize this—nor anyone, I think—I might touch. The frenzied bird lodged itself … Continue reading

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THE COLD TAKES US

Here where the ground opens gaps in thinking. You know. The “X” on the grid— cages at times, the wrought-iron cell, restricts closure.   Water thrown skyward spins frozen sparrows— their wings snaring glints of light, glistening ice, layered iridescent, … Continue reading

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SIMILACRA OF SANITY

I googled my name at 3 AM. I needed to remember something about me. Not any nonlucrative, Möbius-strip philosophical musings or emotional segment-arcs of intensity that waned before a day called itself, but more so a Memory Map of something … Continue reading

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