And Now – All About Poetry

And there is poetry. Poetry is putting words in an emotionally mobilized way to better express our secret deep feelings, fantasies, and life that usually we do not dare to or is nor practical to express in every day life. There are some rules to follow. Such as a sonnet 4 lines, 4 lines, etc.…

Visiting Karystos In Euboea, Greece An Aegean Jewel

There is a secret hunger, nostalgia in almost all westerners to visit Greece. A wish to have at least a once in a lifetime pilgrimage, a Haj.  Perhaps is in our education, in the roots of our beliefs, traditions, an in our language-dotted with Greek words- which fire our imagination and shape our early fantasies,…

Compulsions

In an unmasterable world, Searching for certainty, Doubts hunt the platoons of rehearsals. In the thought, Rehearsals chase the doubts in a circle, Servant of algorithms, Life is reduced, The scheduling of rituals, exact sequencings; Illusions of master; Routines of bees, Humanity departs, The center holds with iron bars of ceremonies, Symbolic caricatures of order,…

Eros Matutinus Remembered

It has happened so long ago, its remembrance ought not have claim to it. Yet, the moment   still visits me often in times of solitude or at night. Its memory still has an unaltered freshness and immediacy and gladness as then of years back. I was still in my town back then in the…

Iatros of Souls

I have become the fancied father of hundreds of men, And for a fee, I have offered certainty, To the bewildered, in a world of more-or less ness and ambiguity, More often; I was set as the point man, For half-forgotten, hurts and the focus of fantasies half-realized. I was showered with reawakened rancors and…

Requiem for Sam a Samoeyed

He jumped the fences of our Tribe’s heart from the start. and there he stayed the years. -A faithful chronicler of our happenings and unfolding- His white body a moving shimmering Igloo. in the northern light. Yesterday, as the allotment for his kind came up, He died in his sleep, dreaming of the Tundra. Now his…

Is this love?

Oh why, why, why I can’t sleep at night? I can’t stop thinking how you brought the laughter and then the cry Oh is this love? the steering inside? the long hours at night? the moments of the kiss! The longing thirst for the next sight? I felt your love was perfect so were you…