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

[tabby title="Poem"] Your own self hurts,some can take this as a hintfor their own gain.They might've forgottenyou put them in a trap. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and a director from Slovenia. He works within...

[tabby title="Poem"] Your back is stung,you are familiar with thosethat surround you –you can't say much right now,history shall do that for you. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and a director from Slovenia. He works...

[tabby title="Poem"] I am in my room,while the sirens outside singfor me to leavewhat I have done to myselfas I still my sense of life … [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and a director from...

[tabby title="Poem"] All of your runs made no sense,you finished your well-being,no cure could've been found,prepare to die is a greeting. Do not cry over such a turn,we have to go through this,everyone of us will reachwhat you are about...