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.
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—
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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, [...]
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
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
ross | August 14, 2009
photographia
the language of writing with light
photographia is all about the light
the right light
it’s about the correct light!
photographia is about writing
writing with light,
it’s about, the art of capturing the precious light!
it’s all about the patience
the waiting, the passion
it’s about endless hours waiting for the precious light!
Gabrielle | July 22, 2009
For months I have watched you,
Leafless, with winter upon you,
Yet, you indestructibly stood there,
Giving me hope with each new leaf
Appearing under the spring sun.
You became a force in my life,
Your aged branches overhanging my door,
You spoke of a past age when you were planted
In the large grounds of a white mansion.
You grew strong and watched [...]
Makednos | December 19, 2009
Level with us
wicked sky,
reveal the courtship
you have bestowed
upon a drop of rain.
A morning left
and we will pass,
a sunset morn
not far to leave,
a breath in vain…
andrea | August 12, 2009
So, let me walk the road of return,
And there, I’ll build
The walls of memory,
Without grievances,
No plans,
No orders.
Let me, once again, live
Far from the gates of despair,
And as a free bird fly
Over the weeping olive groves
Still bearing fruit,
The stars I’ll sow,
And then the rays I’ll count
In my trembling hands.
So, let me gather from the past
The eternal [...]
Gabrielle | August 23, 2009
Today is a giant before me,
Insurmountable, it seems,
With perils of hunger,
Visions of ingratitude,
Friends become foes,
And even the trees and nature unseen.
Where before they nurtured the soul,
Made each day a recall into splendour,
Of life ever changing.
Christos | August 29, 2009
Night descends upon a starless sky,
motionless movement gushes through an eerie
silence
and the trees parade in semi-circular
schemes
like spiritual elders from long ago
speaking in inaudible lyrics
bathing my tender soul in a symphony
of ancient oracles,
pristine and invaluable like newly discovered gold.
Makednos | September 27, 2009
We came only for a stopover in Dubai
to get a taste of the fervour of man
to get a glimpse of our distance from the sky
and touch that heat of man’s achievements
or feel the depth of sea-beater designs.
Angela Costi | September 22, 2009
(for my Grandfather, Pappou Angeli)
Epping: 20 stations too far from the city,
where trains screech, The end of the line!
(passengers prefer not to get off)
where factory workers starve,
where paddocks harvest wild thistles, horned weeds
(daisy-fed cows are extinct)
snakes graze, skinks bask, flies pester in gangs,
where I scramble in towering, tough grass
straggling behind Pappou’s haste
behind his will to [...]
sofia | August 23, 2009
I saw the Duchess of Alba
at the checkout counter of The Whole Foods
food market on South Street, today.
She was here in Philadelphia,
miles from Madrid, —and Goya,
was bagging her wares.
Mesmerized, I stared straight at her
as she gazed through me as if I were air.
As I peered at her plume-jet-black hair,
I marveled to myself, It IS,
it’s the [...]
andrea | November 1, 2009
You had a sad look on your face looking low
and rivers flowing down from your drooping eyes,
when the treetops bowed ritually below
and rosy clouds wove a chaplet in the sky.
The newborn light drew the face of the dawn
and you somehow bewildered by its glory,
bent down from the garden of your soul
singing your sad old song, [...]
Gabrielle | July 28, 2009
I came from the outside world,
Entered your world, for one brief moment
Felt the impact of your glance, your smile;
Knew for that moment in time there was you and me only,
Acceptance was felt, two souls reaching.
I went away, thought of you in the dark hours of the night,
Wondered why you engaged my curiosity,
And why I was [...]
sofia | August 26, 2009
He [German Admiral Usedom] said that the Armenians were in the way, that they were an obstacle to German success, and that it had therefore been necessary to remove them, just like so much useless lumber. He spoke about them as detachedly as one would speak about removing a row of houses in order to [...]
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