[tabby title="Poem"] The old rebelsestablishedthe orderand … They hate the factthey fucked up,so they screamat the rest … Someone knockson their doorsto tell themto leave … No one learnt,everyone wishes. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer...

[tabby title="Poem"] So much for your breakfast,the army intruded as you hadsome scrambled eggs and coffee.'Can you wait just a little bit longer?' A shot in the head did say no,we cannot wait a little bit longer,so we won't let...

[tabby title="Poem"] The letters unsentbecame a burdenfor the postmenwho declined to be taken awayby those egosthat rarelywent in the parallax viewthey appearedto have leftyet again Nothing unreal?Nothing sure. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše is a writer, a performer and a...

[tabby title="Poem"] All these losses moldto the dust unfeared,the cake is being eatenand also left alone. Everyone's happy now,the war didn't end,but the issue got to beabout these words. Who could have knownhow happy some felt,when all fell apart againfor...

[tabby title="Poem"] The sun as if in August looks away from gathered crowd.You face the burning salt in hopes the spring will blossom sooner.You too have aching in your arms as your heart knows bravely of its ending.We lift the...