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Disassociation (A Humble Homage To Tomaž Šalamun) by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] I followed my shadow into the police,where they asked me to think of the thingsone can find within the guilt trips. Sadly, I provided them with no recourse,so they checked for the stop they all wait for –when...

Warning by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] The night floats by in a haze,while we all sleep with no careand no warning. The rumble fills the dark airas we let our eyes be closedin spite of the warning. Some sounds can be read well,if your...

Disembarkment by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] The coast I sleep on nowhas no one to call an owner,there's not a single personto claim this piece of land. The grey of the sandand the azure of the seaform a smell I miss a lot,when I'm...

Enough by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] The whale hunter's dreamis to retire from this line of work.He has seen too muchto be content with himself. I want to give him,before he absconds our boat on his own,the knife I carryas a shield for my...

Language And Violence by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] Language and violenceconnect more than you think. If I call you a crap,you feel a punch. If I say peace and silence,you reach a calm. If I wail the new wars,you start to shake. If I howl the...