You are peeking over my shoulder. Did I leave something else to be lost?I checked the menu against overdosingon hot spices in a rush. There is less and less air around us and more and more hesitations between words. Marks of insomnia under my eyes and a static noise as a result of gatheringremains of my dreams into my hands. Maybe from your side you can see … [Read more...] about Dublin, By: Milo Nowicki
Milo Nowicki
About Milo Nowicki
An uncut Polish stone from the 1970's. One day he turned up and decided to stay on Irish soil. He put down roots and has been part of the colourful Irish mosaic for almost a quarter of a century. He writes as he thinks. Sometimes in Polish and sometimes like an Irishman. His next collection of poems will be trilingual: Polish-English-Irish, left on Irish ground.