Summer Recollections

Skopje ili Beograd

Skopje ili Beograd,

DSCN0452It plays through the stereo

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The bus driver gets up at

the stoplight to put on shoes

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Karta? Tickets out and ready.

I hum with the radio.

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Skopje ili Beograd,

eventually I’ll choose


Abandoned Buildings DSCN0156

Abandoned buildings,

shells of homes,

skeletons of yesterday.

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Stone walls, chipped

and crumbled.

Wooden beams lay

decaying.DSCN0163

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Abandoned buildings,

what was your hayday like?

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And tell me please,

are we all

abandoned buildings in the making?


How to Hate a Stranger

DSCN0169How to hate a stranger?

I’ll tell you how.

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Stare into a photo

and see only conniving eyes.

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Stalk the internet

searching for a reason.

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Let the dark into your heart

and let your demons cry.

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For to hate a stranger,

you must first hate

the self.


Sometimes

Sometimes you’re on a bus,DSCN0363

between here and there.

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Sometimes it’s drizzling,

or maybe raining.

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Sometimes you’re surrounded by mountains,

dark and overwhelming.DSCN1192

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Sometimes you’re in Bosnia,

or Serbia,

or somewhere in the middle.

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Or sometimes you’re in Serbia…

In Bosnia…


Artsy Fartsy

She told me once,

Do something useful,

practical and sane.

 _

Make yourself some money,

study hard and use your brain.

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Don’t dally with the fairytales,

don’t trouble with make believe.

 _

But whatever you do,

no matter what

Don’t be artsy fartsy.

 _

So to my dismay,

and I’m sure hers too,

 _

I spend most my time,

futzing with poetry n’ glue.


 Balkan MountainsDSCN0196

 Floods breaking

from the backs of my eyeballs

held back only by will

made strong by a born stubbornness

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A heart destroyed,

but still loving.IMG_0719

A brain twisted,

but still thinking.

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Balkan mountains,

scary and noble,

flashing past…going, gone..

Is my soul within them?


Peninsula of Haemus

DSCN0230Lighting here is crazy,

Flashing through the sky.

 _

It doesn’t have to be raining,

It could be totally dry.

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Balkan weather,

I’m just saying,

Is a little bit insane.

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DSCN0223I just pray,

whilst on this bus,

that lightning doesn’t strike us.

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But if it should,

a more dramatic death

I could not imagine…

 _

than a sudden, freakish death

by crazy Balkan lightning.


The Poetry of Stone

The poetry of stoneIMG_0908

is a somber one at best.

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Hard and majestic

indelicate, not glass.

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A river undisturbed

flowing through the mountains.

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Quietly ignoring,

the poetry of stone.


When the Sky Clears

DSCN0321When the sky clears

and lightning strikes no more,

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when the rain stops

and thunder disappears,

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then the bridge is standing

noble between the hills.

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Then I kiss the floor

as I embarrassingly admit

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I was frightened of the storm,

lightning unveiling all my fears.

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