[tabby title="Poem"] Play me a song on your guitar,And let not the words fall from your lips. Hear my words, and ask, my dear,Carefully let them endure. For these autumn leaves fall from these oak trees,Knowing no boundaries of certainty....

[tabby title="Poem"] Now is the time to rest – and lay down your headUpon my mahogany chest – as the cherry red begin to paint your cheeksI notice that you are angryIt is all given away by the red that...

[tabby title="Poem"] A pond you drowned indoesn't have any sign thatspeaks of the depth asthe roads lead to the placesyou cannot foresee. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and a director from Slovenia. He works within...

[tabby title="Poem"] Floods give us canyons and arks,Rushing waters carve a channel,Old formations they will dismantle,And, smooth new areas for green parks. Noah searched for a brave new world,Finally, there is a green olive leaf,And, we have the renewing motif.Animals...

[tabby title="Poem"] The island of my soul holdsumpteen tales in beautiful ways.The moonlight fadesamidst her splendour asI witness her aura on the dinner table.Her phone rings and she bids adieu;hastily, she drops her earrings; I pick it up.Under the pretext...