Habitatum

Photograph: ©John Stadnicki

I bring white little stones from the market

and place them, like pills, in long straight lines on my desk.

 

Although full of stuff, my body lives at the top floor –

with a view towards a perfect car park.

 

I watch the beheadings through a narrow hole in the sky

and

I point a fully-loaded gun against the world.

 

The earth rests

suspended between wild heavens and landscaped gardens.

 

And yet the sun is still rising above the silent bell ropes,

hanging loose among people who stand up to

look at the death pit as if

nothing has happened.

 

©Maria Stadnicka

 

First published in Your One Phone Call, Wales, available here

(August, MMXVII)

Persistent Ink

Photograph: ©Andrew Keenan / http://www.andrewkeenanphotography.com

 

I live in a round house across the road

and every day I wave the invisible white flag

just to distract you from writing so many letters.

 

Other times, all I do is stare at your reflected image,

bent over the desk,

thinking whether your back is broken,

having to bear so many words.

 

You do not lift your eyes up,

never see anything but yourself.

The only time you stand up and walk to the door

is to refill the glass with sand.

 

You do not receive news from the outside world

you do not know we live in times of peace now.

 

©Maria Stadnicka 2017

Photograph: ©Andrew Keenan

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Stand out

Someone has to. It is easy to follow along. It can feel strange to do or say something different. But without that unease, there is no freedom.‘ (Snyder T. ‘On Tyranny, 2017 )

Photograph ©Harry Oliver / Instagram @harryowns

Omnipresence

Photograph ©John Stadnicki

– to Liu Xiaobo –

 

Like all those people I once knew,

who came and then

left my life as if they never existed,

many cities inherited this flesh

and crumbled

under the weight of my fears.