Tag Archives: Benjamin Niespodziany

A Turkey in the Context of Bowling after Mark Leidner [1] He wrote a poem in the brim of his cowboy hat. His math was all wrong. The song was something like a loaded coal train. A winter spritzer. A felony of talons. His spread of weather was a crime of gossip. Sure, the piano […]

The dentist’s receptionist leaves me a voicemail in Polish because my last name translates to Grand Surprise. I tap dance on dumpsters when no one is watching and still I hide behind a lengthy curtain when I eat my porridge. I am a puppet that stinks like an uncertain sea urchin. Enough algae around my […]