19 April 2019 Be nothing but thine own, and happy, but, by degree, Therein lies deepest draws down dells and sleeps, Seeps crown ánd smell – first and fearsome way, the sóunding sílenced, keeps Safe in itself what in itself must keeps hope be; And being, goes – góes down, rusts, but its own decree…

17 April 2019 Yet all the world stands still, hushed in holy awe, As a lowly girl from an unknown corner of the globe Gives forth her son crowned amidst the lilies.

[12 April 2019] Lean your head against my chest. Your even breaths syncopate the rhythm of the hands of the clock. Co było, nie wróci, as some have said, but still we carry it with us, believing that perhaps memory can be made into something material one day. The powers and dominions have all but…

[10 December 2018] Oh, magnum mysterium!Oh, holy paramour!Oh, sacred flame that dusking lay beneath thewillow’s shading spread: That I might die again in spring and be born in winter, that I might close my eyes among the lilies and be covered in cherry blossoms. The years of pilgrimage draw close and may end in a…