Leonard Gontarek: National Security
Monday: Alphabet Soup. Tuesday: Alphabet Soup. Wednesday: Punctuation Soup. The sun cinches the edge of winter trees. Why this talk of seeing into your own nature? Huang … Continue reading
Leonard Gontarek: Playing the Long Game
The helicopter drops down in flames in a sea of wheat. The leader is a skeleton. The leader is a statue. The leader is a ghost. I met him once, … Continue reading
Leonard Gontarek: War on the Natural World
Miss America calls to tell me to look closely at the trees, the cocoons like balls of cotton sunk in the leaves. The people of the town wearing nets … Continue reading
Leonard Gontarek: Sanctuary
My name is Leonard Gontarek. I survived the attack at the Grand 16 Theater where Trainwreck was playing. I gave it 3 out of 4 stars. I had cheese on … Continue reading
Leonard Gontarek: Why Putin Hacked The Election
All winter long I received emails offering bulbs and seeds from a place named Eden. And then it happened. False spring. Crocus broke through dead leaves. Small trees were reported … Continue reading
Leonard Gontarek: Dangerous
1 Gimme some red birds falling into place, flocks of noise, dangerous & cooperative. Gimme some tiny leaves falling & getting smaller. Gimme some night falling like spirits past the … Continue reading
Leonard Gontarek: Kissing
1 Revisionist spring. It is cold and authorities lie within days. . Do we need to talk of death, remind them of it, create little machines of death to float … Continue reading
Leonard Gontarek: City
1 Another shot in this city, another shot in this beautiful city. His foot outside the chalk outline. A policeman nudges it, with his foot, gently back in. 2 The … Continue reading
Leonard Gontarek: Altogether
1 On American nights, the trees light the way. Owing to the lateness of the hour, rivers disappear entirely. . You may read by the branches. There is blossoming and … Continue reading
Leonard Gontarek: Ground
1, It is surprising how expert they were in removing sorrow from the street. A patch of snow and leaves at rest in the garden. They dismantled sorrow limb by … Continue reading
Leonard Gontarek: Year
1 It is a ship sinking with its hold of spices and crew of ghosts. A young boy is picking a flower with a mysterious name and scent he will … Continue reading
Leonard Gontarek: Coffee
1 For the young women going door to door, black dresses, fishnet stockings, asking if we’ve thought about death on this beautiful fall Saturday. For the light that has made … Continue reading
