Round Shapes
Two armies are facing each other neither yields Each soldier on one side grips a crescent moon the others have [...]
admin 2023-06-07T21:17:09+00:00 August 1st, 1998|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 04|0 Comments
Two armies are facing each other neither yields Each soldier on one side grips a crescent moon the others have [...]
admin 2023-06-07T21:03:33+00:00 June 1st, 1998|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 03|0 Comments
Mother’s chest was closed on a winter’s night, the earth regained its earthliness, heaven its holiness. In Mother’s chest there [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:05+00:00 June 1st, 1998|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 03|0 Comments
I can't describe it with eyes open or closed (in itself) it seems red-white-gold a warm fire in winter a [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:05+00:00 April 1st, 1998|Categories: Blesok no. 02, Poetry|0 Comments
Translated by Samovila@aol.comIn the beginning, it was a common word to me But I stopped beside you I did not [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:05+00:00 April 1st, 1998|Categories: Blesok no. 02, Poetry|0 Comments
Translated by Ekaterina Babamova and Graham W. ReidThere is a red stone on the shore, a red altar in a [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:06+00:00 March 1st, 1998|Categories: Blesok no. 01, Poetry|0 Comments
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admin 2018-08-21T17:24:06+00:00 March 1st, 1998|Categories: Blesok no. 01, Poetry|0 Comments
Translated by Dragi Mihajlovski and Irena PerčinkovaFind But a crumb of light And make a butterfly. It will stay on [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:24:06+00:00 March 1st, 1998|Categories: Blesok no. 01, Poetry|0 Comments
Translated from the Macedonian by P.H. Liotta after René Girard Be free, but on your own. Flee to the wilderness [...]