[tabby title="Poem"] 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 a...

[tabby title="Poem"] Our children carry war zones on their backs. Their tongues acting like swords carved with anger, sharpened words and weighted through profanity. Fingers bruised and nails bitten.Their hair, carrying secrets and cries from the ether.Our feet, forming callouses...

[tabby title="Poem"] Some say it is the way to the holeThe one that cradles youSpits at youThe one that looks like long given and lost lovethat feels like soft kisses on your belly. Some say it is the wayTo infinity.To...

[tabby title="Poem"] This song was always on my lipsThe song of loveMy mother sang it to me every nightEvery time I scraped my kneeOr cut my fingerShe applied love to my woundsIt worked better than medicineCoupled with the tender kisses...

[tabby title="Poem"] The value of lifecan not be appraisedat the moment of conceptionWhen faith and politics challengeeach other to a duel The value of lifeis most often reckonedwith honor and respectprayingat the foot of a hospital bed The value of...