[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...

[tabby title="Poem"] The storm stopped,no one returnedtowards the beach,everyone left. The waves crashed,the shells smiledas they should have,they are free now. No tourist is here,the gulls returnand greet the shells,they have won. For how long?Let's leave this. [tabby title="Poet Bio"]...

[tabby title="Poem"] The saying was loud,but you've deflectedthe wrong personfor such a deed. The censorship won,you misspoke againas the salient gottheir happiness. The home is elsewhere,you gain some respect,yet you ended up aloneand potentially hurt. No one ever claimedyou could've...

[tabby title="Poem"] Our reality?Shut beyond recognition.We built another,where we can be anything.Prepare the replacement, please? [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and a director from Slovenia. He works within the fields of theatre, film, television and...

[tabby title="Poem"] A hippie with glassessurvived the 80'sas a casualty of cocaineand bad haircuts. He re-ups his beliefin the goodnesswith many doobiesand no Scooby. When he picks his flute,he notices a problem –there is no one aroundto pay attention to....