Poems and stuff by Maté Jarai…
Poems and stuff by Maté Jarai…

When I was 19 I bought a guitar for £20 and called it Wendle. Here’s me and Wendle at Lake Bled in 2007 >

That’s the context.

Because I am not Wendle, I am Maté

This is site for my writing. Check out my books, some poems and stories I occasionally publish on here, or my links page for more of my writing from around the web. Thanks for stopping by X



Yesterday I believed ‘inherent’ was a foundation, one made of something tauter than all the bridges on this river. . […]

…fool me endless

The sea is green and the sky is grey. The inbetween is white and then there is no inbetween. The […]

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