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[Poetry] Two Poems by Marek Kulig


A vineyard up the hill from Castelnuovo Berardenga

in the Siena Province of Tuscany was once on the seafloor.

The hand-sized oyster shells makers occasionally find in the soil

are over 350 meters above current sea level.

And here we are, two bounded halves of a ruffled bivalve

hinged on a grape from a tectonic vintage

crescendoing into clusters for crushage, no rhythmites

to mark the highs and lows on the frame of our skin.


windswept upside

down a

beach umbrella

lands on the

tide the waves

wither surf fades


the sun crashes on a

cool orb

of warming sand

Marek Kulig immigrated to the USA from Poland in 1992. A former high school English teacher, he currently works for a diagnostics laboratory. Latest writing in 251, Windfall Room, VIBE, Plants and Poetry, Rat’s Ass Review, Nifty Lit, and others.


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