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SLOVA : Writing

One Good Day

One Good Day

A Poem by SLOVA


The first in a long rowWhere comes my serenityas well comes my sorrowto disturb where I wasand where I amand where I will gothe first in a long rowcom..
Noisy in Here

Noisy in Here

A Poem by SLOVA


look at me and all of my fake friendsdo you need meor do you need someonethere is a differenceit's noisy in heresometimes listening isn't badbut broke..
Something

Something

A Poem by SLOVA


do you endure my lifeas much as I celebrate yoursdo you understand the life I leadan entire age beforeyour life is imperfectand you're an imperfect ma..
The Elastic Band

The Elastic Band

A Story by SLOVA


In a beautiful village, simple in design but explosive with color, five children played together inthe rickety schoolhouse near the river. Sweetheart ..
The Infinite Rope

The Infinite Rope

A Story by SLOVA


A young man finds himself coming back to see someone several times over again.
Using Salt Would Have Been Easier on Me

Using Salt Would Have Been Easier on Me

A Poem by SLOVA


imagine yourself standing in the first hourthat introduces the orchestration of winterlike you usually dofirst the strings of snowfallthen the percuss..
The Kinds of Things Birds Complain About When You Go Back Inside

The Kinds of Things Birds Complain About When You ..

A Poem by SLOVA


I've never told this to anyoneunfortunatelyBut when I think of where I would likely beWhen the world gets sick of usThe best place would be the furthe..
Umbrella Flight

Umbrella Flight

A Poem by SLOVA


Before the brown house with white shutters was torn downAnd before blades of grass it laid on were matted with debrisI watched as children no older th..
Necessity

Necessity

A Poem by SLOVA


There's nothing passing through tonightSo far at leastBut I'm hopefulDoes my craft rely on my veins ignitingAm I useless here without this tormentIf I..
Industrialac

Industrialac

A Poem by SLOVA


Is it up in the airIs it down below groundIs it alive and shoutingOr does it make no soundDoes it make a sound at allThe timid beats of our longevityD..