[tabby title="Poem"] This hardened exterior skinprotects the channels coursing life,enables branching from the buds,a stance of spreading, twig, leaf, seed.Through age reformed in body, trunk,the time tree rings true human style,as faces in the bark speak outof myth and legend,...

[tabby title="Poem"] He said he had a surprise for me,excitedly assuming, a fancy restaurant or a spa,that's where we were going,but if I only knew, I'd dress for the occasion,or never showed up. What are we doing here?Seeing the safari,...

[tabby title="Poem"] Not much, not enough,more of the same and so on,without remorse,a splendid isolationcreeping into the selfhood. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and a director from Slovenia. He works within the fields of theatre,...

[tabby title="Poem"] It’s bizarre, the surrealist’s take,A mixture, yes, a juxtaposition,I’m not sure about its mission.It’s not real, ‘tho not a real fake. Surrealism’s a part of the post-modern call,Nothing for sure: Are they flunkies?–-Not my circus, not my monkeys,But...

[tabby title="Poem"] A murder of crows,Go away,Please. A dark, swarming mass, cawing noisily. They're killing my soul. Fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul. Yes, they're killing me. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Tilixia...