Beneath the Waves
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Unrequited Hope
Unrequited Hope by Maria Fokas Darkness in the center of light – if you will it into being, if you censor it, if you try to control it, you will destroy it. The darkness will fade into the light; the grip will weaken, the pain will sharpen. The traces of courage will unfold and reverse into you. The thrum of every second runs through the veins beneath the flesh of bodies, and of universes. Time has a direction I cannot fathom. But from order to disorder, and through paths of chaos, there remains a hope of truth. When time disappears … Continue reading Unrequited Hope
Raw Moments in Time
There are moments in life you don’t want to edit . . . because time is of the essence . . .you want to capture the moment …embrace it….and hold on to it as tightly as your heart can stand it . . .Sometimes the raw moments of life are also the truth that reminds us that we are alive but any moment it can all change . . . Oh, the inevitable truth that we are so temporary . . . the fear of whether we will be remembered when we are gone . . . and the knowing … Continue reading Raw Moments in Time
I Know a Cat
I know a Cat by Martin Hanley Dedicated to my old philosophical friend, Master Mouse Hanley I sat there sweltering in a familiar fog; constipated with checking and weighted outcomes. Languid landscapes with questioning answers; an unfocused portfolio has come undone. Then, in he glides supreme; stretching out beneath the dappled light; now reclining. Regally basking like some ancient achromatic shadow; he swallows the fallow sun. Cold blooded catering alerted, a distant ringing or some obscure Sylvan echo, yet I hear none. Starving for hidden treats that well versed others commonly disdain; he remains steadfast smiling. Forever glancing, my philosophical … Continue reading I Know a Cat
Wheel of Fortunes
Wheel of Fortunes by Maria Fokas I woke up this morning; what a grand thing, to make it through the night. In all generalities, abstractions, and summaries, I can hear the ticking of life: The touch, the scent, and the taste of you, woven in my fairytales – And there, lies the generality of beauty – And there, lies the abstraction of love. Sketched in the mother of time; the secrets of our fate. © Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved – Art Photography by Julie-de-Waroquier Continue reading Wheel of Fortunes
The Circle of Time
The Circle of Time by Maria Fokas The flow of time in a dream It rushes by – It stands still You reach into that endless stream You grasp the haste of freedom Where light and darkness meet Where the old creates the new Where the scent of Green fades into the wake of Blue Like a string that binds my heart to you Into the past, by a thought; Into to the future, with a hope. © Maria Fokas 2015/All Rights Reserved – Photography by Martin Hanley Continue reading The Circle of Time
The Story of the Red Line
The year is 1912. The place is Macedonia – Greece. The only way to stay alive is to see nothing, and believe nothing. His name was Ares; derived from the God of war. He was a village man who had nothing to say unless he was furious. Villagers defined him as a violent man. But his wife, claimed she never suffered in his hands. His two girls remember him to have been a giving father but his two sons knew better. The beginning of a thread which led to a truth. The story begins at the train station of a forgotten … Continue reading The Story of the Red Line
Maria Fokas/ Photography
And when I stumble upon a scene which takes my breath away – I stop, and take it. By that very click, I am not yet sure if I am taking something that does not belong to me, or whether it isn’t the image I am immortalizing, but actually, that very second I am witnessing movement in the realm of time. There truly is a story in everything; may it be in color, or the lack of it – may it be concrete, or abstract – a laugh or a cry; the spark of the story will always be there. … Continue reading Maria Fokas/ Photography
The Black Rose
The Black Rose by Maria Fokas Once upon a time, there was a Rose, who would come to live in the memories of others. It started with a human hand planting a seed. The Rose and the hand were unique. No two entities could have been more diverse, but there was one thing they both shared, and that was their need to exist. So, the hand knowing that time was running out, decided to plant a seed which was predestined to becoming a Black Rose. And as the hand nurtured this seed into being, the Rose came to know life. … Continue reading The Black Rose
Thorns of Time (Part II)
Thorns of Time (part II) by Maria Fokas I watched your words turn into stone. – First you left; And then, I said goodbye – One by one, tomorrows disappear, like candles end. – Up in the sky, the clouds manifest in mystery, First love recalls the fear of oneness, inevitable paths to claim Damn those walls, like mountaintops that never end. – Losing leaves a painful sting behind, A hovering shadow that clings on till we say farewell – We write, and write, and then forget the reasons why. – A promise broken or misplaced, … Continue reading Thorns of Time (Part II)
Luve-Knots 