Category: Bohdan Piasecki

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#100Poems are being written by the Bellows Poetry Collective in order to raise £999 for Birmingham SOUP! Tweet us your titles, themes and donate https://www.justgiving.com/crowdfunding/bellowspoetry

#100Poems are being written by the Bellows Poetry Collective in order to raise £999 for Birmingham SOUP! Tweet us your titles, themes and donate https://www.justgiving.com/crowdfunding/bellowspoetry

Clientron PT8000 remains polite as you forget to scan the second box of juice. Deep inside, Clientron knows it’s meant for bigger and better things.

Just by holding the book you identify yourself as a tourist. People tut as they elbow past you. One stops. He introduces himself as Kevin

I used to be convinced the small white globes we found in the school playground were dinosaur eggs. I must have buried hundreds before autumn

By the Palace of Culture and Science, a man selling CDs from a zapiekanka van offers me twenty-five zloty for Electric Mud and Are You

The wind pushes past leaves. There is no name for this here. I make do with conifers crashing, shrub sough, bough hum.

Six-year-old on video billboard cannonballs into swimming pool behind all caps sans serif slogan. Splash reaches halfway up picturesque palm trees on horizon. Water closes

I’ll be carrying butter and cornflakes home from the NISA, usually, or, say scanning my desk for a bill with my address, when it hits.