Jacek Margolak
After the Screening
We leave the cinema in silence, though the street is loud with evening traffic. In the film, the soldier remains standing on the beach a moment too long.
At the crossing, someone laughs. A phone screen lights a face, then disappears into the crowd.
Years ago in my workshop, I watched a press jam mid-run. The machine continued for a few turns, imprinting the same line again and again, each copy fainter than the last.
By the time we were able to clear it, the page had already lost its meaning.
autumn wind—
the revolving door
turns by itself
About the Author
Jacek Margolak has been living in Kielce, Poland, for 25 years. His greatest literary passion lies in the minimalist world of Japanese short poetry forms, particularly haiku, tanka, and haibun. His work focuses on capturing fleeting, everyday moments, often bridging contemporary observations with traditional rhythms of nature.