[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....

[tabby title="Poem"] Frankly, we lost.The strewn bodieson the coasts we founddidn't really warn us, yes. Frankly, we sucked.There were other signsthe place might be crap,but we are where we are. Frankly, we died.Do not be surprised,this had been the drill,we...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] 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...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] A lengthy journeyanother night stoppedand you observe aroundwhat you're surrounded with. The rock giantsthat smirk at youlike they always dowait for your response. The green carpetsthat had better dayspretend to believe youas they lose their sheep. You...