Candide In A Hospital Bed by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] The breeze of the smoke should not be heard,he is in a sickbay to heal his lungs,though the note did not reach him in time,so he does his drill of piles per day. 'I'm on the path that...

Agnosthesia by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] The shade of the leaves on the roadsthat lead to a way out of hereend up on her as she stays on the swing. She still has a wreath in her hand,her peers know well who this is...

A Flight Of Fancy by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] The loneliness of flight gets you,when you look outside the planeyou booked to go to the placesand when you check the clouds. You pretend you are among them,you are the person everyone knows –the Icarus with the Godly...

Never Enough by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] There were many men on the road,which should not shock our minds,the gold rush was here. They wished to go for broke in their quest,no one of them bought into this mottothat the journey is the destination. You've...

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...