my face froze

mid-smile,

pixels splintering

into static.

no one noticed

the crash.

From the Press:

Gordan is able to compress the human into the digital with precision. Glitch, though minimal in language, opens into vast implication: if a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound? Likewise, if the self fractures and dissolves, does the rupture matter if no one notices? The poem lingers in that silence, the gap between visibility and erasure, where presence collapses, and indifference becomes its own form of violence.

About the Author:

Gordan Struić is a lawyer, poet, and musician from Zagreb, Croatia. His poems have appeared in journals such as Headlight Review, Ink Sweat & Tears, 34th Parallel, as well as in anthologies by Beyond Words Press. Alongside writing, he composes and performs original music, often exploring the spaces where silence, memory, and sound overlap.

Where to Find:



Instagram: @gstruic