Monday 18 May 2020

Me, L. P. - Marija Bralović

you know
all my letters
about hitchhiking in Bulgaria
and those suspicious Turkish truckers
about the peaks of the Caucasus
which I watched being thrilled


Numbered - Marija Bralović


each of them
had an identification number
on the left hand
in Auschwitz
you didn’t  have a name.
just that number
four hundred
thousand serial numbers

The Sound of Beirut - Marija Bralović


when I
closed my eyes
and let myself
feel something
I had long feared
I heard
the sound of trumpets
echoing through the streets of Beirut
whose sorrow