Carsten Czarnecki

carry a big stick & give it a name dance wildly in places of mourning  follow the voices in your head on drums smoke out every place of ...

to give dreams their due lest they come back as witches a gang of wild boars in a mad flight leaping across rooftops as seen from below  a s...

One time I smashed a glass window with my bare hand. Smashed clean through & when I looked down at my hand cut open & the blood drip...

How her bra keeps slipping at the beach slipping in the play of the waves & their feet kicking up sand as they chase each other there in...

He wondered then. Wondered where they had gone. All those that had left him. The ones death had taken. Maybe over to the old mountain. Maybe...

Hedgehog  moves softly ruffles no one wears a forest of speared insects for a coat Crow feeds on the carrion of beasts bigger than him he...

head is home to spirit half a summer's day trying to cool it remembrance of the other half washed away with beer you call that Andalusia...

the black hut stands silent stands silent on the edge of town  there among the trees where the road ends the black god enters with creak of ...

follow these words like steps in the dark think you get to play death like a drum think this black dirt won't stick to you brother you...

Ho! you say I got nothing to show for Ho! you say I'm all broke & spent Ho! just wait till you feel the hot breath till you've b...

for Radek it is a grey place a place built of grey  plastered with grey lined with grey a place of straight roads, of straight corners of ro...