The Mannequin I
The Mannequin I by Maria Fokas Credits of Photography Jason Langer Continue reading The Mannequin I
Author: Maria Fokas
Hello, I'm Maria and, I'm not here to talk about me, I'm here to talk about us.
Dreamcatcher
DREAMCATCHER by Maria Fokas – Handmade, based on a willow hoop, net loosely woven, and decorated with sacred feathers. I held her in my arms. She was a little girl, not more than five – my little girl; yes, I saw her face, and I think I saw a subtle smile, but I knew she would be leaving me soon. I didn’t have much time and there was so much more to say. She was so young, but I felt she had been waiting for too long. I wanted to tell her how much I love her, but the word love was too weak for this … Continue reading Dreamcatcher
MEGALOMANIA
MEGALOMANIA by Maria Fokas Like a dark, tragic novel, she knows her end. Excessively preoccupied with prestige, and vanity. She makes friends easily, but inevitably loses them all. One by one, they turn away, despised by her arrogance. She claims a sense of entitlement, with her grandiosity behavior. Bears no empathy; her tears are fake, and her life is synthetic. She speaks of superior accomplishments, in the tales she tells – and envies those who own successes. But when she speaks kind words, do not be intrigued. Those words are merely her attempt to own you. She has many fears, but the greatest is rejection. When I look into … Continue reading MEGALOMANIA
Two Strands
TWO STRANDS by Maria Fokas A molecule encodes the journey. It functions along side all known forms of life. From what I recall, he spoke of two. Did he mean souls? He used simple words. As I listened to his story, he described a backbone he had composed. He claimed of an alternating attachment. My thoughts ran in opposite directions to each other. And I wondered how to change the law of anti-parallel worlds. There must be a way for our souls to merge. And if they do, how would we know? Is there a code of love that guides us to … Continue reading Two Strands
BREVITY
In the brevity of life, we deal with the absurd Wired through our days, a hope The breeze and everything that is – I want to be A hidden myth that love is suspended – In the unsustainable flaw of time What dominant species we have become Loss is inevitably disturbing me Genuinely unexpected, but no revelation when it comes It drops into view leaving a mark in its path What was previously latent is now everywhere to be found I hear the perfect patterns of your heartbeat The precision of its rapid increase, as you touch me Do the … Continue reading BREVITY
The Crow in my Dreams
LIFE
LIFE by Maria Fokas I say that the sun comes up no matter what It touches my face and warms my heart I am not jealous that my time is brief In the darkness when nothing seems to work It makes no difference when the sun comes up So hold on and play the music high Cause the darkness doesn’t worry About you and I It will keep coming around till we figure it out Cause in the end We may be surprised That there is no end Forget those who start the wars they never fight And … Continue reading LIFE
Prometheus
PROMETHEUS by Maria Fokas Don’t turn away from life I hear the whisper of your voice In the footsteps that I take I rage and rage… But it makes no difference either way Your eyes…smile…laugh… and touch In the silence between the beatings of my heart It will always be there This I promise you my beloved friend: That in the absence of you I will remember you the most What we had and the words that we spoke I know now – I did discover the impossible Your soul simply a reflection of mine First raw and naive And … Continue reading Prometheus
Anticipation
ANTICIPATION by Maria Fokas She knew no other way to live her life before him. Conservative was safe but an underestimated sin. Maybe she was damaged to remember things others could forget. In an unexpected scene devotion became deliverance. He was welcomed by her eagerness to embrace his captivating ways. But the day she believed she could rest her head on him – his broken words whispered; there is no truth to such a dream. And with his silence he disclaimed all the promises he ever made. And bit by bit, the future he had once uttered, faded away. A sinner she … Continue reading Anticipation
Pictures in the Attic
Pictures in the Attic Rose Do you feel the shadows lurking beneath your skin when you lay down to sleep? I feel them every night. Sometimes petrified that it’s because I’ve become an imitation. Could that be it? Isabella I don’t know; maybe you just gave up. Rose Is that what you think? Isabella To believe that darkness can hide mistakes helps us survive regardless of them. Rose A sham to pretend that eternity matters to someone who hasn’t the faintest idea where they will find the resources to survive from day to day. Isabella And why do you … Continue reading Pictures in the Attic
Luve-Knots 