What To Do, When Propaganda Is Not Enough? by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] You had this worrythat used barbariansas the placeholderfor whatever you feared. These never showed up.Scratch the previous talk,they actually did enter,but they seemed quite civil. You couldn't believe that,you assumed this was a joke,so you treated them like...

A Shielded Class by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] We kept waitingfor the realityto confirmour truth. We slippedon the phraseswe should've putin the waste baskets. We watched our worldcolliding immenselyand we didn't stopour role in that. We are still fine –we never suffered. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja...

Denial by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] A floating corpse?That one is you,waiting to befree at last. The end was swift,the knife did well,knocking downyour own self. The travel goes on,no stop is planned,pretending to caremight not work. Your journey is ongoing,whatever that usually means....

The Living Dead by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] We didn't sail then,we got shot instead,the wrong words didwhat they usually do. Our bodies smelled,most sailors threw up,a lot of tourists stoppedto observe our quietude. We disappointed all,we just stood up to go,our work was not doneand...

Sportaganda by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] Your homeland dependsupon the basketball teamto show the rest of the worldhow your smallness doesn't matter. Your homeland wishesthe team will win in the end,the parades shall be enormousand the elections shall be fair then. Your homeland plansto...