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It is hard to believe the calendar or trust the GPS when you wish to be out of time, out [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:48+00:00 July 1st, 2012|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 84|0 Comments
It is hard to believe the calendar or trust the GPS when you wish to be out of time, out [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:49+00:00 May 19th, 2012|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 83|0 Comments
"Why is it that noone ever loathes his body?" Says the Apostle. I do, I say. I! I neither feed [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:49+00:00 May 19th, 2012|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 83|0 Comments
Translated by Ana Hudson and the author The girl in black wants me to tell her the time. She has [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:49+00:00 March 5th, 2012|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 82|0 Comments
Translated by Dragana Velkovska From "Надживување / Surviving", Blesok, 2012.‘… the crime of being’ Jacque Lacan1F Why is the seed [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:50+00:00 March 5th, 2012|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 82|0 Comments
Mother went to the Tupperware party and came back with an air-tight container. I wasn’t invited. Mother said no children [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:51+00:00 December 29th, 2011|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 80-81|0 Comments
In Penzing by Vienna, I dropped in to the Salonika Greek Restaurant The owner was a Sarajevo Serb, and when [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:50+00:00 December 29th, 2011|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 80-81|0 Comments
That gentle February the marble was warm Was it from the tears of my sisters and mine halted Somewhere in [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:52+00:00 August 1st, 2011|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 77-79|0 Comments
On the eve of the outbreak of war a Belgian friend arrived: for days, hesitant salty palms rubbed his ship [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:51+00:00 August 1st, 2011|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 77-79|0 Comments
From "Ненапишана песна / Nenapisana pjesma / An Unwritten Poem", Blesok, 2011.love is you said willing to sew on even [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:52+00:00 March 1st, 2011|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 76|0 Comments
From "Asphalt Dragons", Blesok, 2011.The high heel shoes were invented by a girl who was always kissed on her forehead. [...]