... me standing stiffly, wearing a jacket that didn’t quite fit, a hat with a huge feather denoting a rank I didn’t yet understand, and holding a real ceremonial sword.
Between Poproszę and Dziękuję
Category: Stories & Poetry
Mind in Motion/Myśl w ruchu
She was thinking in two different languages at the same time...
Kalimankou Denkou
His love is real, but it cannot be spoken, pursued, or resolved.
For Quiet Moments
Some memories don’t fade. Niektóre wspomnienia nie znikają.
Memory in the Absence of Pixels
while the owner, kind and amused, watched an Englishman fall in love with his coffee shop.
International Beer Day 2026
Anyone heading for the single toilet at the far end had to squeeze, shuffle sideways and politely apologise their way through a sea of locals.
Folder of Stars
And when your eyes filled over nothing at all, you would whisper an apology for feeling so much.
A Morning on the Move: Tram and Sznytka
Only later did I learn that dedicated tram enthusiasts have a name for travelling around just to see them: tram bashing.
Czekając przy torach w śniegu
chalk‑dust light on our sleeves — fell in a cold so sharp it silenced everything,
Ôbzdrzōnek przez śniyg
We walked toward the tram stop, the cold settling into our coats, snow gathering on our sleeves.
Ghosts to Carry, Stories to Keep 