Mark R. Cieslak

Joined February 2021

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Bio

"Our lives are madness. Trying so hard to make moments, take moments. Nothing but pianos in a storm."

"I hear the singing."

"What singing? You never said..."

"Ah boy, what singing indeed."

Stories (29/0)

Its hard to find these words
You might think that late at night, in the little hours, when gentle breathing occasionally gives way to satisfied snores and you reach over to caress my face, that is love.
By Mark R. Cieslak2 months ago in Poets
Cliffhanger
For Rachel There is that moment where incredulity and reason just can’t hug. Waning light and snow at my nether, warmth and fire and intruder at my fore.
By Mark R. Cieslak2 months ago in Fiction
4:04
Closing eyes after closing time A brown bottle stares back determined. The buskers are singing in the streets outside.
By Mark R. Cieslak2 months ago in Poets
Some Call it Fate
The cabin had always been a bad penny. Willed down through the family, a responsibility that no one wanted. We got stuck with it in the end.
By Mark R. Cieslak3 months ago in Fiction
The Best Worst Day
The Best Worst Day The truth of serendipity is that it is a moment stuffed with straw and angled mirrors to catch the light
By Mark R. Cieslak3 months ago in Poets
Against All Better Thought
I find myself turning to say funny things to someone who isn't there. Words that trail into whispers empty air. Oh, the small hours crushing me with quiet.
By Mark R. Cieslak3 months ago in Poets
Encore, just before
Its a funny face on a clock. Winking with crooked eyes. Little and big and so much more important than I. A thing measuring me one tick at a time. Look again at your wall.
By Mark R. Cieslak4 months ago in Poets
In the End, the Sea Will Win
The Sea. Wild, dark, deep. Indifferent to where we wrap arms in sleep. But it beats daily against our staunch sand wanting nothing less than to eat as much as it can.
By Mark R. Cieslak4 months ago in Poets
Little Boat
When my soul is doubtful, I write. Sometimes… if the rabbit foot hiding in my imagination actually works, then it works.
By Mark R. Cieslak5 months ago in Poets
Burden the dawn
Just as the night sky feels the finger of Dawn's break, after hours of politics, religion, feelings, and the other deeper things we rarely stake,
By Mark R. Cieslak6 months ago in Poets
Top Story - October 2023
Little ClockTop Story - October 2023
I tick, tock, this little clock. Awoken by the same relentless day. Colder rays, calendar crosses each away. Wonder and excitement left long, arm in arm, long gone.
By Mark R. Cieslak6 months ago in Poets
Top Story - September 2023
The Sound of SorryTop Story - September 2023
Once upon a night time, after a year alone and my only double take, something I thought dead and cold long hidden, buried, came awake.
By Mark R. Cieslak8 months ago in Poets

Mark R. Cieslak

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Its hard to find these words

Cliffhanger

4:04

Some Call it Fate

The Best Worst Day

Against All Better Thought

Encore, just before

In the End, the Sea Will Win

Little Boat

Burden the dawn

Little ClockTop Story - October 2023

The Sound of SorryTop Story - September 2023

Stories (29/0)