A Birthday To Remember
mmorgan | January 21, 2010
Another birthday story.
Diasporic Literature Spot
Διασπορική Λογοτεχνική Στοά
A dip in the Aegean
Makednos | August 9, 2009
To my friends Yiota and Justine from the Americas
When you go for a dip in the Aegean
You really must wear no thoughts
Without charge, without malice
For the Aegean needs you really pure.
When you make it for a dip in the Aegean
You really must be free of earthly feats
But remember take with you all duress
For the Aegean offers you that freedom.
A Lonely Life
Frederika | August 13, 2009
I saw him again yesterday afternoon when I was riding my bike along the beach. He was sitting on a bench gazing at the horizon, oblivious of what was going on around him. I noticed he had a sad expression on his face.
Steve is tall and skinny with a rugged face and short grey hair. [...]
A Phoenix Reborn
sofia | August 16, 2009
Mia fora kai enan kero…
Once upon a time, not too long ago,
for four plus centuries,
successions of Ottoman Sultans
reigned down like gloomy clouds,
blocking sunlight from Grecian skies.
Terror filled her once-free air:
her rocks ached, her seas wept, her birds shrilled
her flowers withered, her people suffered—
A picture like you
Makednos | July 30, 2009
You’re a silent picture of profound green
offered to a man sublime
instantly adorned in the nick of time
by the morning dew…
But this silent picture of profound blue
thoughts that pitched to a last goodbye
leaving loose all threads in a mystic vie
to a lucky few…
Whilst this silent picture of profound red
a remarkable detachment
in the tenet pure attachment
lives anew…
Oh [...]
A Visit to Mykonos
Gabrielle | August 13, 2009
As an Australian, my impressions of Greece.
Abigail
fourikis | July 23, 2009
I was a sphinx gazing at
The desert of my discontent
Before I tasted your lips.
After you kissed me
Everything changed:
The desert is a savanna now
And I sing the fandangos of our love.
“Only the written kisses
Survive the brief
Incandescent alchemy
Of human passion,”
The poets claimed
But that is not true
‘Cause when you look at me, I burn,
You touch me, and I’m [...]
Anthropomorphic visions of god
fourikis | October 19, 2009
The more I think of man, the more I love the cows.
Our Singapore Airlines flight followed the kangaroo route. In Rome, we headed to the Umberto Hotel and rushed to bed after a shower. Being in Helen’s arms for twenty hours, I couldn’t last any longer. I shouldn’t tell you this but I even suggested [...]
…Or, what was worse? ©
sofia | August 14, 2009
A remarkable thing about the bodies that we saw was that nearly all of them were
naked. I have been informed that the people were forced to take off their clothes
before they were killed, as the Mohammedans consider the clothes taken from a dead body to be defiled.
—Leslie A. Davis, American Consul General
When we see those [...]
Baby Watching
Angela Costi | October 26, 2009
His charcoal-blue eyes burn for knowledge,
they sift the world in fragments,
between the bars of the cot he sees half a mother,
her hand reaching the door knob
again her silent escape when the music still plays
those ponderous notes
− the room now holds one breath,
he can turn this into a cry and bring her back,
he can turn over [...]
Breaking the rules of writing
fourikis | February 15, 2010
(C) Nicholas Fourikis
As it takes me one to three years to write a book, I want to consider many issues before deciding what to write. The worst scenario I can imagine is to rush into a story and abandon ship after six or twelve months.
I don’t want to even think of ‘whodunit it’ stories and [...]
Calliope’s Final Story
Angela Costi | September 14, 2009
(for my paternal and maternal grandmothers)
Long ago, we grew babies like markets stock fruit
so many, splendid, ripe, bruised.
A mother nursed her garden from bed,
five cots, if lucky, for eight or nine.
One bosom became the village well ⎯
a wandering creek or waterfall
suddenly escaped our flesh,
a steady river gushed into a suckling mouth
⎯ to silence twelve cries, [...]
Dashboard language, Γλώσσα στον πίνακα ελέγχου
administrator | July 14, 2009
Changing the language displayed on the Dashboard (where we add/modify posts) is very easy and straight forward for those who want to read instructions in Greek. Please watch the video supplied below on how to do it. However remember that only two languages are available at this stage. They’re English (en_US) and Greek (el). If [...]
Distraught beyond Description
Fioroula | August 2, 2009
By Dionysia Mousoura-Tsoukala
She left her parents’ home to marry a man she feared more and loved less, a few weeks short of her 20th birthday. Not that birthdays meant much in those days. At best, she’d get good wishes from her family and, if lucky enough, a string of dry figs from her father.
Her decision [...]
Follow the River
Frederika | August 21, 2009
Let another year
rest on your shoulders
together with all the years past
On cold winter nights
there’s memories to talk about
with yesterday’s music
to beat in your heart
Keep walking your road
George – A happening on an Australian beach
Gabrielle | August 20, 2009
It was Sunday. People stood outside the church doors, passively chatting, smiling and generally exuding their clean, well-groomed ordered appearance; too well clothed, for the day shone hot, laying bare the cream brick building and the strip of green grass.
Dominique and Lisbeth searched the faces in the crowd of church goers. Jim was not among [...]
H.W. – A Lonely Man
Gabrielle | August 23, 2009
I watch your intense gaze mirroring your emotions,
Feel a sorrow that life cannot always answer our deepest
desires.
Wasted hours seem to flee us when our souls are yearning,
unfulfilled,
But days pass, and new consciousness arrives.
Aloneness can be treasured, not misused.
We are what time has made us,
What is present and past is now.
Something deep in me is casting [...]
Helen
fourikis | July 29, 2009
We were ready to merge but she stopped me.
‘I haven’t finished looking at you,’ she said.
Dazed in her aura
She saw her image stamped deep
On my molten heart.
Caught licking my dry upper lip
She caressed my burning cheeks.
I was like a rock in the sea beaten
By the waves of desire from every side.
Defenceless I was thinking that
All [...]
Homage To Frederick
mmorgan | January 20, 2010
For fifty years every April llth, my birthday, I have taken from my bookshelf a small, blue, relief stamped volume, entitled “Life of Frank Buckland,” printed by Nelson. Not a great book, but fascinating, a grand opening to a new world for a young man obsessed with learning.
When I open this book it is with [...]
I Held History In My Hand
mmorgan | August 20, 2009
Tesserae.
Adamantine Rock.
A Gift.
Freeform fragment from the birth place of Artemis.
My touching a 3000 B.C. surface gives an earth perfumed energy to my soul.
Put next to my cheek the temperature of time gone makes me travel to a sacred land.
In my minds eye, I see a wonderful breathing light.
Did that Macedonian Greek, the last Pharaoh [...]
Μελλοντικές επιδιώξεις – Future aims
administrator | July 16, 2009
Greek text
Η Διασπορική Λογοτεχνική Στοά, όπως και κάθε άλλος οργανισμός, έχει στόχους και επιδιώξεις. Οι στόχοι της δεν αποσκοπούν πουθενά αλλού εκτός από την προώθηση των έργων των μελών της, την αναγνώριση της εργασίας τους και τελικά ίσως την χορήγηση των βιβλίων τους.
Η προσπάθεια πάντα είναι σκοπός ιερός με σεβασμό στη λογοτεχνία, τα μέλη και [...]
Literary Agents, where are you?
administrator | July 16, 2009
Well, just looking at the title line a writer can start to shiver before they have a chance to start thinking what it all means and how it can help them on their way to become established. A daunting task for most, especially those who have something to publish for the first time.
Here we just [...]
Literary Competition Australia
administrator | June 22, 2009
Alice Munro wins the Man Booker International Prize
San Jose Mercury News – CA, USA
… overcoming competition from authors including Peter Carey of Australia, Mario Vargas Llosa of Peru and Joyce Carol Oates of the United States for the …
See all stories on this topic
The world according to Clare [...]
Lyrical fever
erma | July 27, 2009
But I saw in the burning cup
The gaze of a woman
Her name was poetry in the fever of burning
Her name was peace in the fever of demand
She was named integrity in the red of remembrance
She was named red in the guts of the vase
That pours without betraying the color
That gives without wearing the spirit
That gives [...]
Mediterranean
andrea | August 12, 2009
Mediterranean
There were days
When the sun would never set in the Mediterranean…
The daylight music
Would never stop,
The seagulls followed the cycle of the high noon
With countless wings,
Flying over our sailing boat.
The sea was born
Ageless, ample, and amicable
Over the reef of a distant lonely island,
A blue world
That could be held within the palm of your hand.
There were days
When [...]
Membership Agreement
administrator | June 10, 2009
Membershipt Application – Αίτηση Εγγραφής
Mining the treasures of chiches
fourikis | November 1, 2009
‘I’m a Nazi when I see clichés,’ Helen told me the other day. Is she right or should I assume she has a blindspot?
Helen is a long-standing friend with a degree in creative writing under her belt. I admire her in many ways but she can’t stand anyone using clichés.
In many ways she is right [...]
MUSING ABOUT ART
Gabrielle | August 11, 2009
MUSING ABOUT ART
At Federation Square a new centre for the Arts opened in the City of Melbourne, Australia. The population watched the progress of this uniquely designed complex being built, the structure looking rather like a child’s meccano set with assorted triangle shapes slotting into place. Most of the public were horrified as it [...]
my boy
Makednos | June 17, 2009
Now that you’ve spent some time out there
seeing futility in vain
now that you’ve learned it’s not all just a game,
as it sets your youthful heart
please lets not drift too far apart…
Now that you’ve had your first heartache
gasping for air as it set upon you
you must remember all I’ve taught you,
be bold and never think you’ve [...]
No Snow in December
Fioroula | August 22, 2009
When the gaze is filled with grey-coloured dawn
And anticipation,
When broad, stone swords pierce the soul
In this foreign land
When the heart, heavy with endless silence
Seeks expectation, my gaze turns
To familiar places, my own,
And strives to anchor itself
Away from the lacunae of December.
It is then that slowly, timidly, the memories take me,
Transporting me to the beaches of my [...]
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