September, 2015
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09, 2015
He Wrote as He Lived and He Lived as He Wrote
I saw Igor Isakovski for the first time when I responded to the invitation of my friend, the poet Bogomil [...]
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09, 2015
An Undelivered Letter
Dear Igor, Unfortunately, I didn’t manage to write anything on you or your poetry, although we were working together in [...]
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09, 2015
Podgorica, prologue
the plane landed after six attempts. the storm was waning, the strong wind blew the leaves and stuck them against [...]
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09, 2015
Two Starry Poems for Igor
Bottles were over. Poems were over. We had already told each other our first loves, girls we made love for [...]
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09, 2015
The City Is Empty
(for Igor Isakovski) You leave crushed knees fallen on silence and ground you had to step “deep into the hole” [...]
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09, 2015
I Couldn’t Find Your Grave
I couldn’t find your grave in the marble forest. After the funeral I looked for signs to get by when [...]
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09, 2015
DJ Blues at the Shelter for Abused Women
I want to be a DJ at the shelter for abused women, sing songs to net swordfish from the eye's [...]
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09, 2015
Let Your Life Ring Even When It Is Gone
Dedicated to Igor Isakovski Hardest is the time unscheduled to come Saddest is the blues in the silence between two [...]
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09, 2015
from So Yes poetry collection “Дека да”
we clean up the tree house and you come across my long lost courage “put it in the box with [...]
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09, 2015
For Igor Isakovski
I wanted, I wanted a lot to translate books from German to Macedonian and I looked, I looked for a [...]