October 30, 2014 Tajna Tanovic October 30, 2014 Tajna Tanovic Catch the bird, it’s already flown. You have no wings, yours are hands Turned to crumpled paper thrown Away that once was glass touching the lands Called “His face.” © 2014 Tajna Tanović. All Rights Reserved.
January 19, 2014 Tajna Tanovic January 19, 2014 Tajna Tanovic “Riot House” by Tajna Tanović in Myp Magazine
January 19, 2014 Tajna Tanovic January 19, 2014 Tajna Tanovic “Riot House” in Myp MagazineText & Photo: Tajna TanovićIn deserts nights awayI walk boardwalks fireworks have builtWhile the other coast’s ghosts play hide and seek meThe fruit of their fear on never-greens growsHave I earned the love of bartender Jimmy or will he keep on screamingwhen I start singing my song? Jimmy, the joker, Jimmy, the fool!They dance no more, with yourself, for yourself you can only twist and turn so muchuntil you get dizzy, fall out of circle, lose your way andpollinate no more, for you are intoxicated, for you are alone, for you dance for no oneThe suburban sounds of this city tell me somewhere someone is loved despite everythingTired of collecting receipts for things she never receivedTired of waiting for the car to stop running, her eyes framed by pencilsketched brows riot, her family still crossing over the fence. The houseThey’ll never stop drinkingHer eyes say all you fail to, her skin is duskTonight seems convenient for you to let your ghosts loose, those hounds catch meevery time, so I stopped running and now I greet them with bone in hand,until the last hair on the back of my neck stands and bowsStill someone thinks of meLike in the eyes of some childless mothers they don’t remember your nameYou picked me up, now spit me outnumenintimus © 2014 Tajna Tanović. All Rights Reserved.