Mr. Z opened the door to a preacher of the One Truth: the man in a hat looked around the room.
Peter Burzyński
PETER BURZYŃSKI earned a PhD in creative writing at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee. He holds a BA from the University of Wisconsin-Madison, an MFA in poetry from The New School, and an MA in Polish literature from Columbia University. He works as the book center manager at Woodland Pattern Book Center in Milwaukee. Burzyński is the translator of Martyna Buliżańska’s This Is My Earth (New American Press, 2019) and the author of the chapbook A Year Alone inside of Woodland Pattern (Adjunct Press, 2022). In between his studies he has worked as a chef in New York City and Milwaukee. His poetry, translation, and reviews have appeared in The Georgia Review, jubilat, RHINO, Forkli
Mr. Z by Grzegorz Wróblewski
Six Poems by Anna Matysiak
from Inbred Machines: (The Difference and the Repetition), translated from the Polish by Peter Burzyński
the queen wasp / opens her first pair of arms. / she convulses in the right chamber like / how nails sanctify a board.
Contributor Bios for Issue 12 Winter 2018
Issue 12 Winter 2018 RUTH AWAD is an award-winning Lebanese-American poet whose debut poetry collection, Set to Music a Wildfire, won the 2016 Michael Waters Poetry Prize from Southern Indiana Review Press. She is the recipient of a 2016 Ohio Arts Council Individual Excellence Award, and her work has appeared in New Republic, The Missouri Review Poem of the Week, Sixth […]
Until the End of Time by Grzegorz Wróblewski
(Translated from Polish by Peter Burzynski)
Mr. Z still had many things to do. He always woke up early and prepared his mind to get them done properly. He looked around the room, examining the wall and ceiling; checked the cacti. They never wanted for water. Mr. Z always took good care of his home. Next, he dusted the lamp that […]
Android and an Anecdote by Grzegorz Wróblewski
(Translated from Polish by Peter Burzynski)
Mr. Z realized what he was doing: —It sufficed that the program be changed or that only incorrect programming be added—Mr. Z was comforted by the unprogrammed android. Mr. Z stroked it until it turned pink, until it had something that resembled a shell of a human face. —They filled me with unnecessary information and […]
fasting: recourse by Martyna Buliżańska
(Translated from Polish by Peter Burzynski)
(was there a war here?; a war like a rhapsody?) I rub away any traces; bald biblical women keep giving birth to me. I see that they stick their hands out the window and wave to passing ships. In this place I set the trap —this includes Kolbuszowa.1 By way of the barren Jewish fields […]
rubella, misha by Martyna Buliżańska
(Translated from Polish by Peter Burzynski)
(sometimes I still write to Twiggy) Misha, if you only saw how dad was hanging up coats yesterday— it was June, we pitted cherries and mother had scratches around her mouth. hands inside her skirt swelled like eyes, though their eyelids could not gather the mold in the bedroom—a train’s sleeping car, gently rocking on […]
MAYDAY Magazine: Issue 12 Winter 2018
INTERVIEWS Eric Shonkwiler interviewed by David Bowen Power & Light Juan Gelacio interviewed by Robert Joe Stout Invisible on Paper ESSAYS Leonard Kress What Kind of Parent Lets a Thirteen-Year-Old Cancel Her Bat Mitzvah? Erinn Seifert Changing FICTION Mollie Boutell Intimates Malcolm Cumming Mere Anarchy Liz Egan Sgt. Lawson Brian Kamsoke Useful Things POETRY Ruth […]
Contributor Bios for Issue 9 Summer 2015
Issue 9 Summer 2015 PAUL ADLER received his MFA from Columbia University, where Matthew Zapruder selected his thesis manuscript as winner of the 2012 David Craig Austin Prize. Paul currently works as the Assistant Editor of Westchester Magazine. JACOB M. APPEL is the author of the novels The Biology of Luck and The Man Who Wouldn’t Stand Up. His fourth collection […]
This Is Meaning
by Peter Burzynski
How many have I done from a mile away? Tell me how is justice social? Where is its media outcry? I have worked since I was eleven. I earned a library as I spent the last digits of my credit rating. That is okay. Credit is measured in different orbits: obituaries, street sweepers, gazebos, glaciers, […]
