Featured Poem
The Blue
What are those filaments gliding in the wind?
For a moment flashing a rainbow, flying up higher
and higher until the sun’s angle changes and it becomes one with the blue.
I say, the faded yellow paint never looked clearer against
it.
There is a reflection of it in the blackness of your eyes.
I am tired, and tearful with joy
at the wide, open sky and the hand in my hand.
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Welcome.
I’m a 19 year old aspiring multidisciplinary artist based in Novi Sad, Serbia. My work includes, but is not exclusive to, poetry, prose, design, programming and visual art.
I enjoy the process of capturing an authentic thought or feeling and expressing it through an artistic medium. I believe in art as the ultimate expression of sincerity.
Poetry Collection
New Book: Inorganic Matter
Inorganic Matter is my first complete poetry collection. With 43 poems in total, it contains over 30 new poems exclusive to the collection and dedicated commentary for each one.
“You are bliss, and immortal; unconscious, like nature.
Chemistry, and the bitter salt in my tears.
A rearrangement of atoms so sweet, so lovely;
you are breath and life, and inorganic matter.”
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