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My name is Iva and I'm from Belgrade. I build websites for living and I ‹3 writing. My poems and prose reside here. I have been blogging since 12/2001.

My Winter Solstice

August 23, 2016

It’s the longest day of the year in me, my winter solstice,
Won’t make through it in this lifetime.
Or, maybe, the whole year is threesixtysix of these.
Wrong is
My winter solstice.
Long is
The forbidden in-between.
It’s the longest no of all of my nos, my missing sunrise,
Won’t make through it in this rhyme.
Or maybe […]

Formerly a Queen

August 23, 2016

Once a fire,
Now a firework,
She could tell you
So much about
Being barely alive,
Yet she chooses
To smile all the time.
Once a queen,
Now one of us,
She could give you
A harsh lecture on
Somehow staying alive,
Yet she chooses
To decline your dime.
More deaths than fingers on a hand,
She is the other shoe.
A strange kind of a […]

Bald Tires and Broken Kettles

August 13, 2016

Miss Fire
Will misfire.
Hundred years later
I skip galaxies
On a bald tire.
I can’t have a break,
Or hit the brakes.
I see no rights,
Though I spot the fakes.
It’s been more than a decade and I taught myself to lose what I had with you,
Another ten years until I will have had the courage to […]

Spinning Beehive

August 7, 2016

You light the torch and hide in the fire,
A scruffy bumblebee entering hibernation.
Passive-aggressive, yelling into the dire,
I am what I am, an error in classification.
You are so funny
Or am I really teasing
I laugh at your struggle
While I am not berating
The more that I push
The more you do pull
In my confusion
I […]


August 4, 2016

I should have been a teenager,
Like you are.
Does anybody know you’re not one?
I could’ve been thirteen.
I could’ve been thirteen,
But I am thirty-three.
I’m under this permanent delusion
That having darker hair
A couple more teeth,
Being thirteen kilos heavier
Seventeen centimetres taller
Still means that I have not aged
One single day since I’ve gone away.
You could’ve […]

Toy Bird

August 2, 2016

Bleeding on roses
For many long years
Once there is blood
Gone are those tears
I was a wind-up bird toy
Made out of toxic alloy
Repeating love, love, love
It looked legit this time
Wore it on my chest
Hoped for the best
And I bled in vain
Feeding my bird brain
It feels so strange
To be fully red again
Can I […]

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