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...

After The End Of An Era by Mitja Lovše

[tabby title="Poem"] The home I left to liveis on my mind. I can still hear the shoutsthat were hit by shots. The home I left to livewaits for me, but I'm not ready to return [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mitja Lovše...