Stories by
Marcin Kozak

Do you remember that great day when we walked on the beach, holding hands, talking, smiling? That’s when I saw her for the first time.

Marcin Kozak writes from the woods.  

Yesterday’s wedding night didn’t go well. I was a miserable boy, trying to be a man. Today I am a miserable man, dreaming to be a boy again.

Marcin Kozak writes from the woods.