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“Because you cheated on me!” Anne replied. “But I told you it was just one time, and it won’t happen [ . . . ]
“Because you cheated on me!” Anne replied. “But I told you it was just one time, and it won’t happen [ . . . ]
As I tell you, the river runs through me; It spills through [ . . . ]
It was another busy day at the shelter. I tried to hide in the most distant corner of my cage. [ . . . ]
This poem is a memory of the Polish Martial Law – 1981. My mom’s cigarette in the kitchen, a bright [ . . . ]
Warsaw 1996 A room was dimly lit, with an aura of expectancy and of dreams to be fulfilled that lingered [ . . . ]
The Downfall – The Blue Angel (1930) This dark tale of love, morality, and obsession might seem trivial and antiquated in [ . . . ]
I love Susan Sontag’s essay “A Woman’s Beauty: Put-Down or Power Source?” as it relates to a subject I am [ . . . ]
The Double Life of Veronique (1991) Review Krzysztof Kieslowski’s masterpiece, “The Double Life of Veronique” (1991) is neither your usual [ . . . ]
An unfamiliar sound wakes me up. I stare in the darkness for a long time trying to decipher the glowing [ . . . ]
This Thanksgiving was unlike any other. Each year, we either invited people to join us, or we were the guests. [ . . . ]
Penelope is one of the most known women in the history of literature. She is Odysseus’ wife and a lonely, [ . . . ]
Wislawa Szymborska (1923-2012) was a Polish poetess and a recipient of 1996 Nobel Prize in Literature. Despite her rather large [ . . . ]
About three years ago, I went to a party that was held in a beautiful park-like setting in a rural [ . . . ]
I stare at you coldly as I walk away Your smile, so alluring, once stopped me dead Let silence be [ . . . ]
He tried to understand why this was happening to him. The sensation of abandonment and an unanticipated bitterness filled him [ . . . ]
This is a story that dates back to 1996. ~~~ It was a busy afternoon at work, and I was [ . . . ]
My body is what I am, and at the same time, it isn’t. The fact is, I get to use [ . . . ]
She looked at yet another profile. The photo was of a good-looking man with a warm smile. There was something [ . . . ]
After my last breakup I thought I would like my solitude. Yes, I do like it but I am also [ . . . ]
In my twenties I believed life was about an adventure, passion and an untamed potential I perceived in every living [ . . . ]
“No, I am not broken.” This thought crosses my mind when I am packing up my belongings again. The movers [ . . . ]