Henryk Cierniak

oh tiny jar sealed up with rubber and a fastener just in case it’s not true that you carry emptiness inside – you contain room for happiness and sorrows and the pickled cucumbers are nice oh you jar the friend of long hours at the fireplace and summer revels faithful friend the transparent jar made […]

The house was nothing just a building site, thirteen years ago Remember it? It’s still nothing my son is sixteen How can I forget? He’s nothing but an ordinary boy actually a bit troublesome instead of putting up insulation he and his friends go to the village he walks like he’s some kind of god […]