[tabby title="Poet Bio"] And the summer heatcannot be the mediator,the noises of the steps stop,before the stand-off ensues. The city succumbsto the silent treatment,way too many look downand wait for the leave again. You do not move,you decide to remainin...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] A man asks you for a change,while you stay beside yourself,since the firm you were a part ofdecided to tell you how to go away. This could go either way,one of them involves a police,so you take...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Light the trees, they say,we shall deprive themof all they produce,they should die. The soldiers followed, they do,we are the good ones here,we read the right booksand listen to the greats. Locate the rest, they claim,we must...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] They ran out again –the guards were having a breakand the dose was weak –,but they did cause no problemsand they came back to their pens. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The skies complement my mood.I am astounded by the factthey reflect how I feelat each moment. I don't go out now for this.I stay in my dwelling,looking away frommy window. The skies follow me inside.The roof can't...