(I was really, completely sure: the sky appeared in the cauldron, with the sun and all the stars – the calculations, however, were hasty – I ran to the edge of the world and stared at nothingness – I’m coming back now, less briskly – in the cauldron is...
Town people were calling her Dearie. Watching that little girl bound across a courtyard, dodging imaginary dangers, nobody would ever think of calling her by the solemn name chosen by her mother: Alma. Her knees were constantly covered in scratches, her voice was as clear as nightingale’s. She loved...
I still enjoy writing letters. Retiring from all the noise, closing the bedroom door, and lighting the lamp on the small white table. It is always night. And I always find my way to the table in the darkness even though it is not real darkness. The window looks...
Four poems form the book “River Certainly does Love the Flood”, translated into English by the author. The book won the Croatian literary award “Kiklop” (Cyclops) as the best poetry volume in 2006. Several poems form the book were translated in different languages, and some were performed in poetry...