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

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…rust

Tell me to listen and tell meI’m spiralling. Notice thedull lines in my eyesand the smile that shapeshiftedfrom something else […]

…rewind

Rewind the days and lookout again at what you sawbefore, a premonition tothe freeze, and the summerbefore last when time […]

…between the storms

Up here I’m excess,without the right tools to scribe something worthyof their attention.This place is no secret, it’s well-known, just notin the world of you and […]

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