John Guzlowski
@jzguzlowski.bsky.social
Writer. Poetry. Novels. Newspaper columns for oldest Polish newspaper in America!
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John Guzlowski
@jzguzlowski.bsky.social
· Mar 30
What Makes Me Happy
my family, my writing, my breathing, the trees in my back yard, the way the deer wander through them slowly, cereal in the morning, wine in the evening, a back porch that is screened in, a granddaughter who loves to practice her ballet everywhere.
my family, my writing, my breathing, the trees in my back yard, the way the deer wander through them slowly, cereal in the morning, wine in the evening, a back porch that is screened in, a granddaughter who loves to practice her ballet everywhere.
Drunk on wine and wind
Monk Ikkyu watches the waves
Wash the sorrow from his hands.
Monk Ikkyu watches the waves
Wash the sorrow from his hands.
November 26, 2025 at 11:07 AM
Drunk on wine and wind
Monk Ikkyu watches the waves
Wash the sorrow from his hands.
Monk Ikkyu watches the waves
Wash the sorrow from his hands.
Ikkyū sits
in the marketplace
and tries to explain
everything:
Here’s what he says
to a soldier:
A tree is
the palm of my hand
and the face
of all there is
in the universe
to wonder about
It is the tree to heaven
and its roots start
in my heart and yours
—-
From my mad monk Ikkyu book
in the marketplace
and tries to explain
everything:
Here’s what he says
to a soldier:
A tree is
the palm of my hand
and the face
of all there is
in the universe
to wonder about
It is the tree to heaven
and its roots start
in my heart and yours
—-
From my mad monk Ikkyu book
November 25, 2025 at 6:21 PM
Ikkyū sits
in the marketplace
and tries to explain
everything:
Here’s what he says
to a soldier:
A tree is
the palm of my hand
and the face
of all there is
in the universe
to wonder about
It is the tree to heaven
and its roots start
in my heart and yours
—-
From my mad monk Ikkyu book
in the marketplace
and tries to explain
everything:
Here’s what he says
to a soldier:
A tree is
the palm of my hand
and the face
of all there is
in the universe
to wonder about
It is the tree to heaven
and its roots start
in my heart and yours
—-
From my mad monk Ikkyu book
Guzlowski remembers
the old days
It was great
There was no TV
no books no novels
no magazines
It was just him and God
And he was His pencil
the old days
It was great
There was no TV
no books no novels
no magazines
It was just him and God
And he was His pencil
November 25, 2025 at 11:23 AM
Guzlowski remembers
the old days
It was great
There was no TV
no books no novels
no magazines
It was just him and God
And he was His pencil
the old days
It was great
There was no TV
no books no novels
no magazines
It was just him and God
And he was His pencil
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November 21, 2025 at 2:44 AM
Trump’s 10 commandments
#1
There is no law against lying in America.
#2
Listen to Trump.
#3
Fuck who you want to fuck.
#4
Give me your money!
#5
#5?
I’ll get back to you.
#1
There is no law against lying in America.
#2
Listen to Trump.
#3
Fuck who you want to fuck.
#4
Give me your money!
#5
#5?
I’ll get back to you.
November 21, 2025 at 10:26 AM
Trump’s 10 commandments
#1
There is no law against lying in America.
#2
Listen to Trump.
#3
Fuck who you want to fuck.
#4
Give me your money!
#5
#5?
I’ll get back to you.
#1
There is no law against lying in America.
#2
Listen to Trump.
#3
Fuck who you want to fuck.
#4
Give me your money!
#5
#5?
I’ll get back to you.
Holocaust Deniers?
My mother and I once watched a 60 minutes program about Holocaust deniers.
I asked her what she thought.
My mother — who had spent 3 years as a slave laborer in Nazi Germany — said, they weren't there.
My mother and I once watched a 60 minutes program about Holocaust deniers.
I asked her what she thought.
My mother — who had spent 3 years as a slave laborer in Nazi Germany — said, they weren't there.
November 20, 2025 at 5:41 PM
Holocaust Deniers?
My mother and I once watched a 60 minutes program about Holocaust deniers.
I asked her what she thought.
My mother — who had spent 3 years as a slave laborer in Nazi Germany — said, they weren't there.
My mother and I once watched a 60 minutes program about Holocaust deniers.
I asked her what she thought.
My mother — who had spent 3 years as a slave laborer in Nazi Germany — said, they weren't there.
My dad, who spent four years in Buchenwald concentration camp and came to America as a refugee after the war, believed every 4th American was crazy.
If he were alive today, he’d probably be saying it’s ever third American.
If he were alive today, he’d probably be saying it’s ever third American.
November 20, 2025 at 10:06 AM
My dad, who spent four years in Buchenwald concentration camp and came to America as a refugee after the war, believed every 4th American was crazy.
If he were alive today, he’d probably be saying it’s ever third American.
If he were alive today, he’d probably be saying it’s ever third American.
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November 17, 2025 at 9:06 PM
In a country
where all people
are created equal
racism is treason
where all people
are created equal
racism is treason
November 19, 2025 at 5:34 AM
In a country
where all people
are created equal
racism is treason
where all people
are created equal
racism is treason
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Penny Wise and Em Foolish: @newversenews.bsky.social #poems: “Worthless” by B. Fulton Jennes and “Elegy for a Close Attachment” by Zumwalt bit.ly/39DQ3WM
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November 17, 2025 at 10:58 AM
Penny Wise and Em Foolish: @newversenews.bsky.social #poems: “Worthless” by B. Fulton Jennes and “Elegy for a Close Attachment” by Zumwalt bit.ly/39DQ3WM
@literaryreport.bsky.social
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☀️Happy Sunday ☀️
#NurtureNature 🐠🐚
All of us are so committed to the sea,
we have salt in our blood,
in our sweat,
in our tears.
We are tied to the ocean.
And when we go back to the
sea we are going back from
whence we came.” 🐚 🐢
― John F. Kennedy
#NurtureNature 🐠🐚
All of us are so committed to the sea,
we have salt in our blood,
in our sweat,
in our tears.
We are tied to the ocean.
And when we go back to the
sea we are going back from
whence we came.” 🐚 🐢
― John F. Kennedy
November 16, 2025 at 3:39 PM
☀️Happy Sunday ☀️
#NurtureNature 🐠🐚
All of us are so committed to the sea,
we have salt in our blood,
in our sweat,
in our tears.
We are tied to the ocean.
And when we go back to the
sea we are going back from
whence we came.” 🐚 🐢
― John F. Kennedy
#NurtureNature 🐠🐚
All of us are so committed to the sea,
we have salt in our blood,
in our sweat,
in our tears.
We are tied to the ocean.
And when we go back to the
sea we are going back from
whence we came.” 🐚 🐢
― John F. Kennedy
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How the worm turns. Pebbles mothered the little bit of ginger fluff, Bam Bam, and now they frolic day and all through the night, prancing across sleeping faces, and feet🐱🐱
January 24, 2025 at 1:18 AM
How the worm turns. Pebbles mothered the little bit of ginger fluff, Bam Bam, and now they frolic day and all through the night, prancing across sleeping faces, and feet🐱🐱
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at this ungodly hour
another empty thought
so full of dread
is filed away
its corner turned down
in the book of life
the question
how many more pages
before the end is revealed
it was light when i started
reading as the sun went down
another dawn
is the question
as yet unanswered
another empty thought
so full of dread
is filed away
its corner turned down
in the book of life
the question
how many more pages
before the end is revealed
it was light when i started
reading as the sun went down
another dawn
is the question
as yet unanswered
November 17, 2025 at 8:20 AM
at this ungodly hour
another empty thought
so full of dread
is filed away
its corner turned down
in the book of life
the question
how many more pages
before the end is revealed
it was light when i started
reading as the sun went down
another dawn
is the question
as yet unanswered
another empty thought
so full of dread
is filed away
its corner turned down
in the book of life
the question
how many more pages
before the end is revealed
it was light when i started
reading as the sun went down
another dawn
is the question
as yet unanswered
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john john - went to bed with his trousers on
November 17, 2025 at 9:05 AM
john john - went to bed with his trousers on
Reposted by John Guzlowski
October 23, 2025 at 12:25 PM
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Refusing to love your neighbor is a fruit of Christian Nationalism. Christian Nationalism, above all else, is an ideology of self. Every Christian Nationalist worships not God but an idol that wears the face they see in the mirror.
November 3, 2025 at 4:48 PM
Refusing to love your neighbor is a fruit of Christian Nationalism. Christian Nationalism, above all else, is an ideology of self. Every Christian Nationalist worships not God but an idol that wears the face they see in the mirror.
Reposted by John Guzlowski
When a body is so broken that it is entirely dependent on the care of others or a mind is basically gone, we are called to give dignity to what remains, for it still houses one created in the image of God.
November 7, 2025 at 12:59 PM
When a body is so broken that it is entirely dependent on the care of others or a mind is basically gone, we are called to give dignity to what remains, for it still houses one created in the image of God.
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Reposted by John Guzlowski
Reposted by John Guzlowski
One of my published haiku for #SmallPoemSunday
first snow
the only sound
the bonsai
Published in: Tranquility
An Anthology of Haiku
Editor: Gabriela Marie Milton
#Haiku #Micropoetry
first snow
the only sound
the bonsai
Published in: Tranquility
An Anthology of Haiku
Editor: Gabriela Marie Milton
#Haiku #Micropoetry
November 16, 2025 at 8:35 PM
One of my published haiku for #SmallPoemSunday
first snow
the only sound
the bonsai
Published in: Tranquility
An Anthology of Haiku
Editor: Gabriela Marie Milton
#Haiku #Micropoetry
first snow
the only sound
the bonsai
Published in: Tranquility
An Anthology of Haiku
Editor: Gabriela Marie Milton
#Haiku #Micropoetry
A Window Story
430 in the morning.
With the light on,
all I see outside the window
is the darkness.
On the glass,
my reflection is dark too,
some light reflecting off my face
and off the shelves of books behind me.
A car passes by,
four lights swimming away
Nothing is different.
430 in the morning.
With the light on,
all I see outside the window
is the darkness.
On the glass,
my reflection is dark too,
some light reflecting off my face
and off the shelves of books behind me.
A car passes by,
four lights swimming away
Nothing is different.
November 17, 2025 at 7:28 AM
A Window Story
430 in the morning.
With the light on,
all I see outside the window
is the darkness.
On the glass,
my reflection is dark too,
some light reflecting off my face
and off the shelves of books behind me.
A car passes by,
four lights swimming away
Nothing is different.
430 in the morning.
With the light on,
all I see outside the window
is the darkness.
On the glass,
my reflection is dark too,
some light reflecting off my face
and off the shelves of books behind me.
A car passes by,
four lights swimming away
Nothing is different.
