[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"] They have been toldtheir country need themto be the protectors againstthese people that despise them. The latter were never defined,the list kept becoming bigger asthey nodded along without a care,they forget they have a future later. The future...
[tabby title="Poem"] Not much has been offeredas a consolation for your death,you knew the latter shall come asyou checked the test results yet again. The word sorry doesn't workin the case of professionalism,the doctor in front of you is used...
[tabby title="Poem"] You are a stone now,your life reduced to a placepeople visit toremember how you were like,before you got holed up here. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and a director from Slovenia. He works...