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The Floral Goddess COLLECTION

Maria Fokas

THE GARDEN OF PANAGIOTIS  by Maria Fokas Enlightenment in Buddhism, a spiritual state marked by the absence of desire and suffering “Like a flower in the summertime, so does our heart take refreshment and bloom. Our body is like a flower that blossoms and quickly withers. . . . Perish relentlessly and bloom once more, ye flowers who tremble and fall and turn to dust”. –  Myths Encyclopedia/Myths and Legends of the World © Maria Fokas 2014 – Photography/All Rights Reserved   Continue reading The Floral Goddess COLLECTION

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Flowers in the Rain

Maria Fokas

From the Collection:THE GARDEN OF PANAGIOTIS These photos were taken on July 15th 2014 – They are from the Collection: THE HOUSE OF PANAGIOTIS – I started this project in an attempt to immortalize my father’s creative work in his garden. I predict he will love the natural, vibrant colors the camera captured on this rainy day. So, the first row is for my dad. The second one is my attempt to emphasize the distinct lines, shapes, and even try to capture the soul of each flower. I don’t know if I succeeded, but I had to give it a try. … Continue reading Flowers in the Rain

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Caroline E Farrell

Maria Fokas

  Caroline Farrell is a writer and filmmaker from Dublin, Ireland. ARKYNE, STORY OF A VAMPIRE is her first novel. She has also written several feature length and short screenplays and has co-produced two short films of her work, ADAM [2013] and the multi-award winning IN RIBBONS [2015]. She is currently working on her second novel. Caroline is a member of the Irish Writers Guild and the Irish Film and Television Academy.  https://carolinefarrellwriter.com/   Return: Extract from Arkyne, Story of a Vampire Caroline E Farrell. 2016 All Rights Reserved. At Kilronan Pier, Caleb, in a tweed cap, scruffy Aran-knit sweater, … Continue reading Caroline E Farrell

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Maria Fokas

Westmont Drive   Pachamama Cactus COLLECTION Flowers in the Rain COLLECTION Floral Goddess COLLECTION Enlightenment in Buddhism, a spiritual state marked by the absence of desire and suffering “The flowers sprout, and bud, and grow, and glow. . . . Like a flower in the summertime, so does our heart take refreshment and bloom. Our body is like a flower that blossoms and quickly withers. . . . Perish relentlessly and bloom once more, ye flowers who tremble and fall and turn to dust”. – Myths Encyclopedia/Myths and Legends of the World © Maria Fokas 2014 – Photography/All Rights Reserved Continue reading

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Samsara

Maria Fokas

Samsara by Maria Fokas With a torch in one hand and a key in the other, she stands alone before a crossroad. The paths are glowing below the full-moonlight sky; with her first step, she opens her eyes, again. She cries between lives and dances between deaths. She claims that nothing is ever lost – but that is never the case. She recalls three forms – past, present, and future; as blessed souls, return to the other side. Her travels are spread across the continents, with no care in the world, searching for a friendly face, but they have become so scarce. … Continue reading Samsara

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The End of Time

Maria Fokas

The End of Time by Maria Fokas  In the midst of night she sleeps. Her wings fly her over the end of time, a glimpse of light and below, she sees the color white. Slowly, don’t rush it, savor that memory of your first sip. The individual slices of time we are bound to miss. I will remember all of this: Freshly squeezed orange scent, I crossed off our precious list. Simple chunks of speech, wasted on an empty kiss. Someone take that first step; someone, but  me, I see those words appear, and a tear rolls down my cheek. How strange the … Continue reading The End of Time

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Murphy’s Law

Maria Fokas

Murphy’s Law by Maria Fokas / Photograph by Martin Hanley And though it seemed that anything could go wrong, That everything would go wrong He looked into my eyes, and claimed he saw lines of red in the brown He said hazel, I said brown . . . He counted my smiles, and spoke of inspiration He asked me; where inspiration comes from  – No, not from the Gods, I said, But from a painful longing that cannot be marked Where touch is absent, and words feel mercy, And comfort never comes too soon © Maria Fokas 2014   Continue reading Murphy’s Law