Mark R. Cieslak

Joined February 2021

36 stories

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Trying to tell some of the silly stories that crowd my head. Maybe you like one. If not its still cheaper than therapy.

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Without listenening
little bed secret men watching lips red licked sweat our daughters hear us.
By Mark R. Cieslakless than a minute ago in Poets
So We Walk
One among many but he looked longingly at the sea next to him. She always called him, and he was named for her. “Ocean Flying”.
By Mark R. Cieslak2 months ago in Fiction
You warm us
The match strikes and snuffs Cold wind rises around us Hold me promises
By Mark R. Cieslak2 months ago in Poets
Young Candles
When night wakes me to form little words dark and treacherous, I can’t help but answer in shallow whispers, In a voice long left, posthumous.
By Mark R. Cieslak3 months ago in Poets
A Pond full of Lilly
10-43 https://open.spotify.com/track/2buMhH0G437UoNzRpZGIKk?si=00f76d9a05d94481 There are no lies in eyes. Hers were deep, dark, shyly whispering between the harsh breaths and stifled moans of the weekend.
By Mark R. Cieslak4 months ago in Fiction
Tuesday
Shaking in my hand, swirling gold forward, sideways and back. It’s just one this but then there is that and suddenly another year throws a coy smile over shoulders looking to a bowed head not looking at.
By Mark R. Cieslak5 months ago in Poets
Max Speed
Today, I woke up. Lingering dreams washed and fading as shy eyes open. I held my breath not wanting it but I saw the star above…from my bed to the sky. The walls crawled and their images touched my eyes. It was 127 degrees outside.
By Mark R. Cieslak6 months ago in Fiction
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 years 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 years 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 years 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. Cieslak2 years 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. Cieslak2 years ago in Poets

Mark R. Cieslak

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Without listenening

So We Walk

You warm us

Young Candles

A Pond full of Lilly

Tuesday

Max Speed

Its hard to find these words

Cliffhanger

4:04

Some Call it Fate

The Best Worst Day

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