[tabby title="Poem"] A gaze at the site?This used to be a cityso vast and so rich.'Nature intervened to warnhow they broke the truce.' [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and a director from Slovenia. He works...

[tabby title="Poem"] A song listened toas a whale slowly shows upto remind you allthe fragility got failedby those protecting all that... [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and a director from Slovenia. He works within the...

[tabby title="Poem"] The city lights reflectin the tears of your own,the volition made them allfaster than anything else now. To say you were swindled?What an understatement now,your face is one of the supposedthat are imprisoned all on your own. You...

[tabby title="Poem"] The jailed becamethe jailers as those dothat were laughed atand that gain the strength. These forget whatthey used to symbolize,they call themselvesthe biggest chosen ones. A battered streetin search of a way outwith no comfort nowas the breaking...

[tabby title="Poem"] Ever been down?Yes, too many timeslike a popsiclewith no more ice, the coffee's gone,the industrialist happy:no more paychecks,we have the machines that don't needto be fed and paid,but we feel this,sorry for the chaos. A greatly admired shotfor...