Zygmunt Nowak Solinski

by Zygmunt Nowak-Soliński Leonard Gimbal lives in a world where everyone talks a lot! His mother constantly squabbling. His father shouts. His half deaf brother Jordan gobbles his words. Sister Kate moans and screeches about her nails and her non-existent boyfriends. The parrot squawks in its cage every time Leonard comes into the front room. […]

by Zygmunt Nowak Solinski Headlines in all languages precisely at the same time around the globe – ‘God Shuts Heavenly Gates’. That was when all Hell was let loose, an appropriate way of describing the unfolding situation, given its magnitude. No one knew why He cancelled.

by Zygmunt Nowak Solinski Greg, a little boy, is intrigued by the vacuum cleaner, which Mrs Williamson, the cleaning lady, says is so powerful it picks up all the dust. It must be magic, he thinks. One afternoon during their holidays on the coast, Dad is sleeping off lunch, Mum has gone to see some […]

by Zygmunt Nowak Solinski Invited round. Small, wild garden with children. Stupid kids. Look at them, playing football. How can you talk with them kicking that bloody ball around? It’s going to hit …

by Zygmunt Nowak Solinski A Voice Hamid. Look outwards. Here you will not reach Heaven. How many generations have built this place? Always upwards. Seeking. I will show you beyond these clouds. Look. What do you see? There is no beginning. No end. Look to those horizons. That is where you must go. It can […]