Author Archives: Krysia Jopek

Night pulled new hostages down for the dream world, a dozen at a time. *** Time became a main character in the play, a drama—not a comedy. Well, a tragedy if honesty should factor in, but Time would really tell. … Continue reading →

The cave where we grew secrets was a safe place; our memories couldn’t harvest us. The glass beakers and vials held amalgamations of human tears, rainwater, bee pollen, and dust. If pressed, unlike the alchemist, we would not give up … Continue reading →

The sawed-off legs ached to walk to the house of the beloved and climb the tree ladder to his second house in the stars with their indelible sequences. Up there, we dreamed of being off the grid, sailing across the … Continue reading →

The woman in the painting had fallen off the fence between Monday and Tuesday. She pulled the blanket of stars down to examine them, one by one, burning her fingers. When she touched her face, a halo blossomed with the … Continue reading →

The ones who did not recognize the subject were sent away with a refund. The caretaker played her favorite music, so she would take the pills without biting his hand. A steadying branch, the beloved [at times], radiates amidst the … Continue reading →

You can’t park there. We gave you the wrong vaccine for melancholy. Your ex has married and won the lottery. Your current spouse has a secret bank account. There are 45 more days of winter even though the groundhog saw … Continue reading →

  Melancholia perched atop the Angel of Poetry on the Christmas tree, an invisible Elf on the Shelf there for maybe days. When no one was looking, she slid through the necklaces of tiniest lights across the crystal snowflake ornaments, … Continue reading →

  Today’s topic is entropy; the rotting side of the garage exterior wall that will cost $950 to rip out and install new cedar shingles, according to the contractor whom you fear ripped you off on the work done on … Continue reading →

I am losing things. My ducks are not in a row; they have gone rogue at twilight while I was watching mindless TV instead of the world news, unable to bear today’s tragedies.   I am losing my ideas and … Continue reading →

Waking to winter snow often requires every iota of energy; your favorite bathrobe on the door, a continent away.   The Ghosts of the House gathered around you in your sleep last night, you’re quite sure, in communal whisper, hushing … Continue reading →