I am happy to announce that my poetry book Hélas Hellas Persephone has been published by Pannonica Press. It represents the last 25 yea...

Since October, 2008, I posted much of my new work here. Now, in September, 2016, I will just let it stand and say, it was really beautiful ...

Dans une autre vie Les marguerites s'effeuillent au ralenti Personne n'est vainqueur ... xoxooxox

“And he brought up Hadassah, that is, Esther, his uncle's daughter: for she had neither father nor mother, and the maid was fai...

Quarter to four The lights are on in the hallway The kitchen lights too just in case she gets up but she's not getting up She...

Si je dois écrire Paris il faut que je le fasse en poésie car quand Paris dit son nom on n'entend que de chansons éclattant de ...

my greek phone is dying it made me feel special with all its greek bells and whistles flying greek alphabet and greek wake-you-up ji...

Returning to an old city for a new life it isn't easy Around every corner are memories and buses take routes never anticipated...

When you nailed me to the cross with your hate-filled speech I bled a little, rolled my eyes and then expired I wasn't going to ...

I could languish over Thermopylaes then throw myself into the sea but I won't do it I'm so glad I washed the dishes and my t...

I. Sky or water it doesn't much matter I was falling I was flying with a stone around my neck drowning in illness We co...

A long sigh of exhaustion after a lifetime of love and of things resembling love I wasn't perfect I committed myself when commi...

A Song For Europe (1973) - Ferry/Mackay Here as I sit At this empty cafe Thinking of you I remember All those moments Lost in...

Mikis Theodorakis turned 90 on July 29th, 2015. Hronia pola, maître et patriote! This is a painting by Efthymio Warlamis, one of 130 pa...

Separation, Munch, 1896 Adieu αγάπη μου Νάσαι καλά mon amour Je te souhaite un bon succès un autre amour et de la paix Peut-être...

"For the Lamed-waf are the hearts of the world multiplied, and into them, as into one receptacle, pour all our griefs.” — from Le dern...

Enough they said from their twaddle of insecurities beaming off the mantelpieces one cup then two like a chin...