[tabby title="Poem"] Goodbye to the timeyou could've stopped anything,the fields are burned andthe leaves don't scatter aroundas there are no trees. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and a director from Slovenia. He works within the...

[tabby title="Poem"] An open roadthat has been closed for a whilefeels so aliento walk on after the panics,which reframed any empathy ... [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and a director from Slovenia. He works within...

[tabby title="Poem"] Another shot?'Move on,nothing to seeand to do.' A silent drinking,a slow walkto what home is,you cry there. Another day goes,more are shot,more shrug this,you still drink. 'Where have you been?''Always there to witness.' [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše...

[tabby title="Poem"] Proclaim the ruinto handle your safetyfrom your self-hoodbarged by the years of soundboardstelling you were always right ... [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and a director from Slovenia. He works within the fields...

[tabby title="Poem"] You never said sorry,while many have been hurt asyou planned your excuse –just following the orders,nothing else to see here … [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and a director from Slovenia. He works...