Sjene vatre: haiku

Gavran Mata

He was left alone in the world when playful hunters, hunting pheasants, shot from a double barrel and hit his parents, who were forced by the dogs to fly from the bushes where they were pecking at snails.

Zemlja Crnica

Preprodaja pustaraških priča

Bosa

Fusions in search of fragments of identity, in a combination of verses and prose fragments, are at the forefront of this collection.

Susretanja

Dva puta za jug

The intense saturation and density of this poetry make it impossible to read this book in one sitting. It must be taken slowly and measuredly, as each poem requires a longer process of reception.