[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...

[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...