Poetry

  Heb-do look onward on homing gulls,guns arriving in somnolence.your poet mourns his twin tower ebb,while wordsmiths mash six adverbs a breath.with tepid rafts one sees...

Translated into English by Peter Stonelake & Tanja Bakic The Last Sworn Virgin of Montenegro1 That August dawn, when the Sun Had just risen into the firmament of...

   Fleeting Summer ended, the last butterfly does not migrate, lands on sheltered tree, expires, a brief life without knowledge of good or evil, only touching those who noticed.  In My Lifetime When I was young I...

 Translated by Danijela Trajković Afternoon in the SuburbCrying cries and hoarse musicon the radio from a nearby houseLast move of a roosterreflection of the axand...

 DarkBlack angelsThrough the foundations of the fortressBurrow (the green ladderIs thrown into the desert) The light crown boils overGreedy raven sows onto itDark air (rotten basketsАre filled...

 BambooWe like things without bones.We like things that dissolve inside our mouthsthe way life seems to have dissolved into this world.For death might not...

Poetry has never revealed its full face to anyone. Its beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. It defies any attempt at a...

 Teaching Mozart in Stone Mountain Prison I didn’t know what crimes they’d committed,those twelve guys glaring at me. No female had taught there before,so I wore...

Translated by Danijela Trajković  Marketing Fraud  it's good that there are commercialsabout great new thingswhere your consciousness travels toremoved from the courage of the decisionsomebody else...

Translated from the Spanish by Catherine Hammond 1.I do not hear what I need to tell you.The voice which strikes its spark from words, the...