Napoleon was terrified of cats
                     cats have OCD - licking and 
licking and licking the same spot
                       spots and pots and kettles 
are all the same and all are black
                      black versus white and right 
against wrong 
wrong turn on the road and you are lost
                              lost treasure, a mere 
X on a map
  a map to someone’s imagination and dreams
                             dreams and nightmares, 
who knows what is real?
             real feelings of heart - a strange place
                                        place that 
turns into a new world
          world that turns and we don’t even notice 
it spins
spins and turns (again!) - i’ve been here...
                              here and there and 
back again
again and never, love hurts and tastes so good
                                    good deed will 
get punished and innocent will suffer for sinners.
                                  sinners and saints 
both walk the earth and the Earth spins 
faster than ever.

Postcard / Pohľadnica

Author: Július Lenko

Among the trees sky-blue pond
with racing white ducks
and close by
a green lizard on a tree stump.
What country am I in?
I am sending it to you on a postcard.
Come, come immediately.
Arrive with the first rain,
you'll find me by a heart carved in stone.

Come before
it turns into a scar. 
Pomedzi stromy vidno belasý rybník,
na ňom preteky bielych kačíc
a celkom blízko
peň stromu so zelenou jaštericou.
V akej som krajine?
Posielam ti ju na pohľadnici.
Príď, ihneď príď.
Prileť s prvým dažďom,
nájdeš ma po srdci, vytesanom v kameni.

Príď prv,
kým na jazvu sa premení. 

U to Z_haiku

Mighty universe, 
why are there no unicorns?
I need a rainbow.
Eat your greens says mom -
vegetables on my plate,
...it's a mushy pile. 
pretty garden hides
underground kingdom of worms
they need each other
Plant tissue xylem
bringing water from the roots 
to the plant. Nature... 
Let's restart this year
Let's repeat 2020
'cause something went wrong.
Zebra's angry shouts -
I am not a stripy horse!
Sorry, but you are.
image from: https://www.britannica.com/science/xylem 

No more knocking / Neklop viac

Author: Nata Hosťovecká

Once more, trying to wake up tenderness in me
you are standing at my door, silent,
waiting for borderless desire
- old habit of our old games.

But, something is stuck between us
like a lightning, sharpness of a blade,
winding road, dark pits...
No more knocking on my doors.

The keys rusted into the lock
tarnished by long wait - 
Not each of us likes to share.
You can go. I no longer hold you.

You know, I am a woman, not just
a doormat somewhere by the door
that you only notice missing
when you need to clean your shoes. 
Opäť chceš vo mne budiť nehu,
mlčiaci stojíš pri dverách
a čakáš túžbu bezobrehú
- starý zvyk v našich starých hrách.

Čosi však trčí medzi nami
ako blesk, ostrie čepele,
kľukatá cesta, tmavé jamy...
Neklop viac, neklop na dvere.

V zámke už kľúče zhrdzaveli
zájdené dlhým čakaním -
Nie každý z nás dvoch rád sa delí.
Môžeš ísť. Už ti nebránim.

Vieš, ja som žena a nie iba
rohožka niekde pri dverách,
ktorá ti práve vtedy chýba,
keď z topánok chceš zotrieť prach.

P to T_haiku

Pond brimming with thoughts 
Pondering on life's meaning
Frogs singing sadly 
Waiting on the shore,
quiet, the storm approaches
waves licking my feet.
Pebbles, rocks and stones
play hide and seek with water 
river flows, forgets. 
Man, flake, ball and drift
frozen, scared of the warm sun,
connected by snow.
First, just a rumble 
then, angry growl, loud thunder 
Is it time to eat?

To return / Vrátiť sa

Author: Ondrej Čiliak

Returning back to the blooming flowers,
back to deserted desire, for one day
hiding the warmth of your skin
and lying to my heart: I might forget.
Not even lying will help...

Let's be good.
Let's be good to each other,
even though your eyes are crying as if at a funeral,
even though our fingers missed the meeting point,
even though we are poorer by one look...
We will say love is a coincidence,
like a pleasant autumn in alder crowns.

Is it possible to listen to a play about great search
but finding oneself walking into an empty corner?
I am as you are disappointed
and if there is something bonding us,
it is words: Forgive me.
Opäť sa vrátiť medzi živé kvety,
do opustenej túžby jeden deň,
ukryť si teplo tvojej kože
a klamať srdce: možno zabudnem.
Už ani klamať nepomôže...

Budeme dobrí.
Budeme veľmi dobrí k sebe,
aj keď sa oči rozplačú ako na pohrebe,
aj keď sa prsty nestretnú v jednom bode,
aj keď budeme o pohľad chudobnejší...
Budeme vravieť o láske ako o náhode,
ako o dobrej jeseni v korunách jelší.

Je možné počúvať hru o veľkom hľadaní
a potom kráčať do prázdneho kúta?
Veď ty si mnou a ja som tebou sklamaný,
a keď je čosi, čo nás k sebe púťa,
tak sú to slová: Odpusť mi.

K to O_haiku

I'm in, I eat kale
Hipster healthy bio freak
We all gonna die
Yellow, reds and browns
Path rustling under my steps
Last leaf falling down
Monkey see, monkey
do. Lead by an example.
We are animals.
Dancing northern lights
Crisp wind reddening my cheeks
Soul frozen in awe
Proud and majestic
Sublime colours, shapes and scents
Orchids on display 

Your gifts / Čo si mi dala

Author: Pavel Bunčák

I sang a song for you:
Flower gives out its scent, withers.
I taught you how to get old
sensibly and stealthily,
how to reminisce 
without memories,
how ghosts grow up 
and sweet sighs 
turn into wrinkles.  
Zaspieval som ti pieseň:
Kvet rozvonia sa, zvädne.
Učil som ťa, ako sa starne
múdro a nebadane,
ako sa spomína,
keď nemáš na čo,
ako vyrastajú prízraky
a zo sladkých vzdychov

F to J_haiku

Harvest of ripe wheat
Endless golden long grass fields
Bread to feed the men
Mountain of garbage
Prominent and stinky sign
Welcome to our town
Horse showing his teeth
Eyes asking for an apple
in my pocket. Neigh.
Dry ice solid gas
Global warming is coming
Icebergs are melting  
Juniper berries
Bitter and sharp on my tongue 
My head is spinning

Bridge / Most

Author: Juraj Andričík

We lived our lives
like river banks.
Each a hair further apart
by every step
leading to the sea.

You were afraid
that one day
you won't see as far as my shore.

I reasoned with you:
where the banks touch
river runs dry.

You have built a bridge.
Tak sme svoj život žili 
ako brehy rieky.
Tie na každom kroku
o vlások širšie
idú do mora.

Bála si sa,
že jedného dňa
na môj breh nedovidíš.

Prevrával som ťa:
kde sa brehy stretnú,
rieka vysychá.

Postavila si most.