Karma Sutra

Bread lines in America.

This There are no footnotes in this poem No marginalia No secrets No truths No sorrows No dreams No hopes No metaphors No rhymes Just this

The Day I Was Born in a Refugee Camp After The War lightning-and-ashes.blogspot.com/2025/11/the-...

Life teaches us to write as fast as we can And keep it short

A field guide to dreaming Close your eyes when you’re sitting or lying down Then, wrap your arms around yourself This warms your heart & your chest & opens you to thoughts that belong to others, your fathers & mothers, the sources of all your dreams Breathe them in

The Day I Was Born in a Refugee Camp After The War lightning-and-ashes.blogspot.com/2025/11/the-...

A field guide to dreaming Close your eyes when you’re sitting or lying down Then, wrap your arms around yourself This warms your heart & your chest & opens you to thoughts that belong to others, your fathers & mothers, the sources of all your dreams Breathe them in

This There are no footnotes in this poem No marginalia No secrets No truths No sorrows No dreams No hopes No metaphors No rhymes Just this

Only the Dead — a prose poem for Veterans Day lightning-and-ashes.blogspot.com/2025/11/a-ve...

My Heart Attack Cruise cultura.me.uk/2025/10/06/b...

The world is the smell of flesh and the loveliness of sun and death on a spring morning when you have nothing left to lose but wonder.

The world is the smell of flesh and the loveliness of sun and death on a spring morning when you have nothing left to lose but wonder.

Confession Bless me, Poetry For I have sinned It has been Two weeks Since my last poem Please show me The grace Of falling rain And dying leaves Amen

After lunch Words by @jzguzlowski.bsky.social

Dawn

All poems are precious Save one from extinction today Read it to a friend or read it to yourself #Poems #Haiku

Life teaches us to write as fast as we can And keep it short

time is a stream into which all time’s streams stream slake your thirst in the lake then walk the mountains and piss a stream’s long dream

Why my mother stayed with my father. castle.eiu.edu/agora/May05/...

A Great Blog about Poland and Its History My friend Andrew Clinnick, a Polish Australian writer, has just started a blog about #Poland. Check it out and sign up to receive notices about new posts. You won’t regret it. ⁦https://andrewclinnick27.wixsite.com/searching-for-stella⁩

Song Words by @jzguzlowski.bsky.social

A Great Blog about Poland and Its History My friend Andrew Clinnick, a Polish Australian writer, has just started a blog about Poland. Check it out and sign up to receive notices about new posts. You won’t regret it. ⁦https://andrewclinnick27.wixsite.com/searching-for-stella⁩

Somewhere Somewhere Shakespeare is dead Somewhere Emily Dickinson is dead Somewhere Mars is just a planet And neither Mars nor any writer can tell us anything So we wait We read the words here We read the words elsewhere We hope that sometime the silence will break the silence

Time is the wind And the leaves And the world around us In all its blood and dreams

After living with Rod McKuen in the horse-filled streets of Sandusky, arise and sing naked and dance naked and visit your mother naked

Life is not A bowl of cherries It's more A jar of shit You'll use For fertilizer

Don’t read this poem. It’s not a poem, Not anything really. Just a sign In the middle of the road That says keep on moving.

Death and life are polyglots drunk on the elixir of fear and courage When the sun comes up they come looking to see if we are available

Growing Up Polack An article I wrote about growing up a DP in Chicago. barrenmagazine.com/growing-up-p...

Death and life speak one language understand each other in code drink at the same bar When the sun comes up they stagger home like dogs

SUITCASE CHARLIE IS BACK Just in time for the release of the next Hank and Marvin mystery The Return of Suitcase Charlie. www.fox32chicago.com/news/human-r...

SUITCASE CHARLIE IS BACK Just in time for the release of the next Hank and Marvin mystery The Return of Suitcase Charlie. www.fox32chicago.com/news/human-r...

Advice from a Survivor When I would ask my mom about the camps when I was a kid, all she would say was "If they give you bread, eat it. If they beat you, run away." _____ From my book Echoes of Tattered Tongues, available from Amazon.

Men make love in suits. Women make love In skin and lips With hands so hot That even Jesus blushes!

“Smart people don’t like me” Donald J. Trump

What’s Death Up To? Death waits for us. Reads the paper Drinks its mocha latte While we dig our graves And pray for rain. Death ain’t going nowhere.

My self is a mystery to me More than it is to everyone else I see myself as a spiraling puzzle Baked in darkness and covered in chocolate Others see me as Mr. Blasé

Poetry sits at the table drinking coffee she wonders why it's so quiet here she remembers all the coffee she ever drank and stirs the star of words into the cup

the dog was sniffing through the woods, trotting, his tongue just hanging, he knew he was getting close to something and he was happy. then suddenly he didn't know anything, his heart just stopped and he dropped like a stone on the leaves.

The Dead? No words will bring them back. Only words will bring them back.

A trailer for my book about my parents and their experiences in the war, Echoes of Tattered Tongues. "The war taught them that war had no beginning and no end." ~ Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded youtu.be/eTCWlnyx8vw

Ancestry brought them back to me. Those I didn't even know existed, and now I understand their lives, their histories.💜

A trailer for my book about my parents and their experiences in the war, Echoes of Tattered Tongues. "The war taught them that war had no beginning and no end." ~ Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded youtu.be/eTCWlnyx8vw

The Living? No words will make them come alive. Only words will make them come alive.

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The Dead? No words will bring them back. Only words will bring them back.