I Am Still Young
Translated from Romanian into English by Florin Bican Beyond repair my body a shelf the doorknob knocks against day after [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:34+00:00 November 12th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 101-102|0 Comments
Translated from Romanian into English by Florin Bican Beyond repair my body a shelf the doorknob knocks against day after [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:34+00:00 November 12th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 101-102|0 Comments
Translated from Bosnian by Elizabeta Bakovska The birds take off in time again today, but I have nothing to learn, [...]
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
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
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
(for Igor Isakovski) You leave crushed knees fallen on silence and ground you had to step “deep into the hole” [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+00:00 September 9th, 2015|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 100|0 Comments
we clean up the tree house and you come across my long lost courage “put it in the box with [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:35+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
Dedicated to Igor Isakovski Hardest is the time unscheduled to come Saddest is the blues in the silence between two [...]
admin 2018-08-21T17:22:37+00:00 November 9th, 2014|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 99|0 Comments
the river will run in another direction the fishermen with their boats will come next and further on the drowning [...]