This past Friday marked the first time in five years (since I moved to Europe) that I read one of my poems in public. It was at the open mic at Poniatowski, a very successful evening that stretched long after magnetic, dynamic emcees Jolanta and Kapuczino left the stage. A few of us stayed on
MoreOk, he’s not that much of a mysterious writer if you get to see his picture here. And you can catch him hosting and performing at events around Leipzig, like open mics and literary concerts at Poniatowski the Polish bar and arts hangout. But I still find him mysterious because he doesn’t seem to reveal
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