The 36th Annual Witching Hour Poetry Gathering will take place this year at the home of artist Monique Lehman and her husband aerospace engineer and manager David Lehman on Saturday 24 October 2026 at 6 pm. Please RSVP to maja.trochimczyk@gmail.com if you would like to attend.
Konrad Tademar Wilk wrote: The 36th Annual Witching Hour Poetry Gathering is suddenly upon us. I would like to invite you to spend the evening with me and a few of my close friends at the home of David and Monique Lehman in Pasadena. [...] Bring food if you wish, though food will be provided. Bring books, though books will be in abundance, bring loose leaf pages of text. But most importantly bring your heart and soul. For one night turn off your cell phone, tune out the world; let it be poetry not prose, for one night of the year, let it be verse and verse alone to occupy your mind and to keep you enthralled. Let the world take care of itself."
The first Witching Hour Poetry Gathering took place in 1991 in South Central Los Angeles, the next two decades were held in Hollywood, and the last few events moved around to Los Feliz, Sylmar, Glendale, Sunland, Long Beach and finally Pasadena. The reading will include readings of poems in English, Polish, Spanish and other languages, if the poets wish to do so. Hot dinner refreshments will be provided.
Monique Chmielewski Lehman who will host the event is a well know fiber artist. She will speak about her artwork and about her father Papcio Chmiel, a famous graphic artist from Poland.
During the event, Konrad Tademar Wilk will present his new poetry book "Trafficking in Time - 168 Sonnets" published by Moonrise Press in 2025, too late for the previous Witching Hour - that presented Moonrise Press's earlier publication, "Alchemy of Words" by Ella Czajkowska.
SONNETS FROM TRAFFICKING IN TIME
UUR II
Uncomfortable dimensions* interlaced with mood
Melancholy dangling on a subtle shoestring
Lines of grain filed down flat to five minutes, crude—
— words put to simple catchy music, that idiots sing
With bitter taste of coffee filled with cyanide**
A world-wide war within a beer bottle bravely drunk
Where is the modern poet to go to hide?
Smell of Los Angeles a few whiffs from a skunk
Traffic in Time, capturing dreams, caution: wet floor
No more space left for flowers and trees, but who cares
All you’ve to do is snap your fingers for a whore
And a Country Western song to hop, skip in pairs
My cell phone battery is dead, thanks’ be to see
Blesséd silence of urban decaying debris.
Konrad Tademar Wilk, March 6, 2013
NOTES:
* In supersymmetry (a theoretical framework of physics) eleven-dimensional gravity allows for the highest number of dimensions to explain reality.
** A poetic concatenation of two Agatha Christie (1890-1976) plot points from her spy-thriller play Black Coffee (1930) & her detective novel Sparkling Cyanide (1945).
UUR CLVIII
Parallel lines intersecting at vanishing—
—point of infinity constraining the bitter—
—noise of the hurt hummingbird as it fails to sing
Look to the moon, even there mankind leaves litter
Girard Desargues walks lightly… now untouching—
—plane of non-symmetric temporal vibration
A conflation of science and magic, matching—
—socks and shoes on the harsh pavement of elation
Here Terminus meets Thanatos with steel black wings
Sword drawn into perspective central axis line
Behold the moment, a pause to wait if it stings
Love within a mathematical cryptic sign
The matrix of oblivion lies in reach of all
Torture, while we wait for the other shoe to fall.
Konrad Tademar Wilk, September 13, 2013 – the Ides of September on Friday the 13th
TRAFFICKING IN TIME - 168 SONNETS
Konrad Tademar Wilk’s 168 sonnets, written in a period of seven months in 2013, from 1 March to 30 September, are all entitled UUR with the appropriate Roman number. “UUR” means “hour” in Dutch and there are 168 hours in a week. The poems contain a plethora of quotations and references making their comprehension difficult for the uninformed. To clarify the complex web of allusions and multilingual citations, they are annotated with translations from Polish, Latin, French, German, Russian, Sanskrit, and other languages, as well as explanations about concepts referred to in the texts. While written in response to events of their time, and firmly rooted in the year 2013, it might be said that these sonnets “traffic in time” by transcending time and bridging together worlds of myth, science, linguistics, psychology, spirituality and religion. Six sonnets from the book were nominated for the Pushcart Prize for 2025.
~ Maja Trochimczyk, Ph.D. CSPS President
And the curtains of fire opened.
And God walks through.
And I fall on my knees
Struck down by the might
Of his presence.
And the ground under my feet
Roars and trembles.
And God is with me.
In awe, I do not dare to look
Into the laughing beauty of his eyes.
And the gale changes into a breeze.
And God speaks in a whisper,
Sweetly announcing
The end of the world as it was.
And the sun stops in its tracks.
And the world explodes.
Filled with love, so much love,
It could not bear existing
For one more minute.
— now it ends --
— now it blossoms --
— now it grows again --
(C) by Maja Trochimczyk. Published in Into Light,
—After "The Discovery of Heaven" by Harry Mulisch
It is coming. The angels know.
They dwell in their Piranesi castles,
twisted spaces where outside
is inside. They are not indifferent.
Not too smart for their own good.
Not cruel. They don't tell us.
The end is coming, it is near.
Not death, mind you, not that
ugly spinster without its twin.
No. The end of the end. Finis.
The satin fabric of a wedding dress
trails behind the veiled beauty
as she glides towards her beloved.
The river's end tastes of salt
in its own mouth, opened widely
into the waves of the ocean.
Nothing we can do will stop it.
Just stretch your fingers,
let the water cool your skin.
Why resist? Heraclitus
dipped his toes in this river.
Shape-note singers praised it.
Saints dove in and swam around,
luxuriating in incandescent glories
that passed us by.
The end is coming, flowing
swiftly down the slopes.
Let's sit on the porch, doze off
in honeyed sunlight,
before it, too, disappears,
transfigured.
Let us believe there will be
light enough inside us
—that kindling of kindness,
a half-forgotten smile—
to keep us afloat in the final flood
coming, coming to erase the world
and remake it, anew,
bejeweled.
(C) By Maja Trochimczyk, published in The Scream Online http://www.thescreamonline.com/poetry/poetry7-4/trochimczyk.html
Monique Chmielewski came from Poland to USA in 1978 invited by an American artist to teach at her studio in California. When the Pope John Paul II visited Chicago, Monique greeted him by presenting his portrait she wove as a 6’ x 4’ tapestry. Since the American TV showed this event on the news, the public learned about the Polish tapestry school.
Monique was invited to lecture about art and soon Polish tapestries became desirable objects for American collectors. Ms. Lehman, a member of Zwiazek Polskich Artystow Plastykow, shares her time between exhibiting, working on large commissions, and organizing art shows for artists from China in Poland and Polish artists in American and China museums. She is a real ambassador of Polish Fiber Art. Her knowledge of languages and cultures help her to promote Polish art in Asia and the Americas. This year she was invited as a special guest to World Textile Art in Uruguay and Biennale of Art in Karachi, Pakistan.










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