Katarzyna Popiel
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A translator, a writer. Two languages to reconcile, two countries called home.
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Feria
Feria – in Latin, fēriae originally meant holidays or a religious festival but, in medieval times, the church started to use the term to describe individual days of the week: feria prima, feria secunda, feria tertia and so on. The meaning got twisted over time and now feria means a weekday on a church calendar on which no feast is observed. In more recent official liturgical texts in English, the term weekday is used.
By Katarzyna Popielabout a year ago in Poets
Back to the Source - Part II
This is part 2 of the story. Part 1 can be found here: https://todaysurvey.life/fiction/back-to-the-source * Prince Darien slid back onto his seat with what he hoped was his usual ease. He raised his wine cup towards one of the servants.
By Katarzyna Popielabout a year ago in Fiction
Back to the Source. Top Story - November 2024.
‘The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Water returning to its source flooded fields and forests, villages and towns of the realm. Then the faraway ocean tumbled into the empty estuary. Its waves reached the lands ravaged by the river’s passage, and eradicated what life remained. When merciless sunrays dried the flood, only patches of salt shone among inhospitable sands. Survivors were conquered by drought and hunger, and cruelty took reign in the kingdom.’
By Katarzyna Popielabout a year ago in Fiction
Eidolism
Shadows, footsteps, scents are their way to say goodbye after they have left. * * Eidolism is a fancy word meaning a belief in ghosts. The roots of the word are in ancient Greek. Let us have some more spookiness even after the Halloween because why not?
By Katarzyna Popielabout a year ago in Poets
They Sing
Some say they twinkle I can hear their alien hum – Cold songs of the void * * * The story behind the story: when I watched the stars as a child, I was sure they were emitting sounds. I could feel their low vibrations resonate deep inside my body. Adults were amused hearing me say that the stars hum but other kids listened with open mouths to my stories of singing stars and alien races living there who might be looking up to the sky this very minute so that our eyes could meet and we wouldn't even know. I guess I was a storyteller even then. And you know what? The stars really can sing (or rather scientists can make them do it).
By Katarzyna Popielabout a year ago in Poets
