Podgorica, prologue
the plane landed after six attempts. the storm was waning, the strong wind blew the leaves and stuck them against [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
the plane landed after six attempts. the storm was waning, the strong wind blew the leaves and stuck them against [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
Bottles were over. Poems were over. We had already told each other our first loves, girls we made love for [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
(for Igor Isakovski) You leave crushed knees fallen on silence and ground you had to step “deep into the hole” [...]
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I couldn’t find your grave in the marble forest. After the funeral I looked for signs to get by when [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
I want to be a DJ at the shelter for abused women, sing songs to net swordfish from the eye's [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
Dedicated to Igor Isakovski Hardest is the time unscheduled to come Saddest is the blues in the silence between two [...]
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we clean up the tree house and you come across my long lost courage “put it in the box with [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments
Upturning the turtle, little girl runs away For the first time, turtle sees sky Trans. by Raman Mundair
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Prose, Literature, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments
I don’t know how to begin this…a lot has happened since you passed away. I know it’s moronic to write [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:36+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments
In the cigarette smoke of dead soldiers in their metallic shouts take it all off as blades of rich reflections [...]