Self-Blockade by Mitja Lovše

[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...

About A Death And A Surprise by Mitja Lovše

[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...

The Spider by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] The web hasn't been untangled,too much got caught in there,but the spider disappearedand there is no substitute. Some would like to claimwe don't need this figure,we are free to do allwhat we wish for. This could've been fabulous,but...

Protests by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] They planned to talkabout the problems they have,they wrote them down,though the police were jumpy,the results lay on the fields. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and a director from Slovenia. He works in...

A Remembrance by Mitja Lovše

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