[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"] 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"] A fever to complainin the meanderingtaken by a causethat dissipated, deconstruct a willto the buildingssome boughtfor a joke, a bagel is servedat another timeneeded to beway too late, a coffee can't solvewhat the city offered. [tabby title="Poet Bio"]...

[tabby title="Poem"] The old rebelsestablishedthe orderand … They hate the factthey fucked up,so they screamat the rest … Someone knockson their doorsto tell themto leave … No one learnt,everyone wishes. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer...

[tabby title="Poem"] So much for your breakfast,the army intruded as you hadsome scrambled eggs and coffee.'Can you wait just a little bit longer?' A shot in the head did say no,we cannot wait a little bit longer,so we won't let...