Njegov dom biće ljubav / His home will be love
This is not the first poem I have written in 2013, it’s the third. I wrote two more this month, after a very long break; but this is the only poem that feels complete. I just let the word flow, so I’m not sure what exactly I wrote somehow.
This is not the first poem I have written in 2013, it’s the third. I wrote two more this month, after a very long break; but this is the only poem that feels complete. I just let the word flow, so I’m not sure what exactly I wrote somehow.
Ways The World Did Not End
This awesome infographic from The 21st Century Psyche blog caught my eye, as my poetry and prose tend to be either post-apocalyptic, dysthopian or both. So, I cannot resist sharing!
This awesome infographic from The 21st Century Psyche blog caught my eye, as my poetry and prose tend to be either post-apocalyptic, dysthopian or both. So, I cannot resist sharing!
New looks
This website’s previous theme was never finished due to various circumstances. Before that, it was using various free and paid themes for two years. It was about time it got some personal touch and a theme that doesn’t distract the reader much, yet looks pleasing. And look, ma, it works on smartphones, too.
This website’s previous theme was never finished due to various circumstances. Before that, it was using various free and paid themes for two years. It was about time it got some personal touch and a theme that doesn’t distract the reader much, yet looks pleasing. And look, ma, it works on smartphones, too.
Square (a novella)
This has been brewing inside for precisely four years until I have finally written it on 22nd and 23rd of January this year, spending 12 + 8 hours at the computer, manically typing and biting my tongue to the point I could barely eat. For years, I have been trying to describe a bizarre, surrealistic yet absurd event, but that was not it. This is it.
This has been brewing inside for precisely four years until I have finally written it on 22nd and 23rd of January this year, spending 12 + 8 hours at the computer, manically typing and biting my tongue to the point I could barely eat. For years, I have been trying to describe a bizarre, surrealistic yet absurd event, but that was not it. This is it.
Gramps And The Jumbling Man. Cherries, Too.
After some time, having lost Siniša somewhere inbetween the 3000th happy-new-year greeting and the winter’s end, Gramps came back to his home street. He hasn’t been looking around it for a while. He wanted to see the cherry blossoms, but it appears he had missed that as well. The Sun [...]
After some time, having lost Siniša somewhere inbetween the 3000th happy-new-year greeting and the winter’s end, Gramps came back to his home street. He hasn’t been looking around it for a while. He wanted to see the cherry blossoms, but it appears he had missed that as well. The Sun [...]
Šta sam danas jela / What I Ate Today
This poem was written sometime in 2012, as the first reaction to something, that was then completely different after I slept on it. While it doesn’t matter what I actually reacted to and why was the reaction so strange; it does matter that I really ate what I described on the day I wrote it.
This poem was written sometime in 2012, as the first reaction to something, that was then completely different after I slept on it. While it doesn’t matter what I actually reacted to and why was the reaction so strange; it does matter that I really ate what I described on the day I wrote it.
