Zdravo / Health & greetings!
Five short-shorts (nano / poems) of mine have just been published by a UK outfit called Public House.
Here is the link—
https://readpublichouse.com/2019/07/5-nanos-poetry/
The pieces appeared on the Blog in slightly different form a few months ago.
Hope you like them.
Cheers & Zivili / Life! to all
Pavle
P. S. Six plus years later the archive has disappeared. Here they are from the files. Passion was the theme:
Overwhelmed
Not the first time on the Indo streets beautiful young woman responding to bule admiration with a bow like ducking a tree branch. Such little sense of her loveliness.
Christchurch
Five prayers in the satin robes, cap & hennaed beard, interspersed with blazing fightback on the screen at home—a surprise to hear for Mukhtar of all people. Head of a government bureaucracy, liked by all his staff, Chinese, Indian & Malays alike. Before marriage there had been a 20 year engagement to a persistent, patient fiancé. Could Muk possibly strap-on a backpack?
Leaping Ahead
“Is there any death penalty in Australia?… NZ?”
Didn’t show his disappointment, the gravedigger.
Yasuyuki, a disciple of Amma, paused a moment at the discovery.
Not an Undertaker this, Yas. No. Trad. shovel guy
Steamtrain
The night before Ni had said it might be 4 or 5 maybe. It was the safest time, she said, the cameras would never be checked that hour. Turned out an hour earlier and catching you completely unawares. The electronic swipe was inaudible, here she was peeling off immediately with her eyes on her quarry. Ni did not allow any preliminaries, overruling all attempts to slow the momentum. It was always like that with Ni, despite all; only once she had been beaten at her own game. Hurts, but nice. It had been six months.
Enflamed
A couple of Indian lads taking their pleasure in a secluded place, they thought. Ladies-man Landlord Tan had forwarded the item, delighting in the furtive shared enthusiasm it might have been.
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