to me to you nothing is
what particularly
matters hence in a

little sunlight and less
moonlight ourselves against the worms

hate laugh shimmy


This poem death is more than is about being powerless and powerful. The truth is always about a paradox. Si it is not about to know, but to be aware of.

I don’t knowi if you or I exist,

but somewhere there are poems

about us.

-Linh Dinh

We can rescue ourselves different ways from alcohol to meditation. When “I don’t know”  pushes me to the wall and I feel coldness, I read a poem.

If you can’t be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
The best little scrub by the side of the rill;
Be a bush if you can’t be a tree.

-Douglas Malloch

In the world where being an average person is not trendy, it is the voice to listen to.

The rose
was not searching for the sunrise:
almost eternal on its branch,
it was searching for something else.

There are poems which come back with the question about your inner desire. We desire something different. But what exactly? This is only first line of the poem “Casida of the Rose” by Federico Garcia Lorca. He caught with his words something what is impossible to catch or to touch. Everyone has seen a rose, but what about desire?

you threw a word
a smooth bore stone
it plunged into the dark


A forest smells rainy. We are outside on a wooden veranda and we touch pebbles. Everyone has got her own pebble to learn about its temperature, texture, smell, taste… For this research we have only some minutes to make another step – writing haiku. Creative writing is an experience of intrapersonal communication and its effect – you meet your thoughts and you find your accurate words.

(Proofreading – Monika Bajer)