Poem of the Week
Photograph by Maria Fokas – Greece, Thessaloniki /2014 Continue reading Poem of the Week
Tag: existence
On Seeing Semele
On Seeing Semele By Martin Hanley Dedicated to my sister Marian, who died on the 25 th of April 2013. Surrounded by the living, Semele walks her path alone. Safe now from Decadron that bitter-sweet antonym has come undone. Semele bloated and beckoning; a turgid Styx, a melanoid sun. Gentle hazel in the moonlight like glistening pools they haunt me as wheezing gasps echo in the room next door but one. Semele, still waiting as three sisters weave and their eternal thread is spun. Her short-term; your long-term in a rain-soaked pastel hospice; her senses now numb. Syndromes and charts masked … Continue reading On Seeing Semele
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
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
The Journey
The Journey by Maria Fokas Continue reading The Journey
Into the Cold
Into the Cold by Maria Fokas This constant thought that there must be someone better out there could be as fraudulent as cotton candy. The younger you are the more overwhelmingly fluffy and beautifully pinkish it seems at first sight. You become intrigued with both hue and feel; stickiness I mean. Once you taste it, you want more. You don’t care that you’ve got your hands clammy until you get your tummy full. Then you look around searching for someone to help you get rid of it. What if the idea of better had to do more with coming across someone … Continue reading Into the Cold
Stuck in a Moment
Stuck in a Moment by Maria Fokas I look out into the world and see confusion; a reflection of what I feel inside. I suppose because something is missing. So much I don’t understand. I know I’m not alone in the loneliness I feel every now and then. I wonder about that dark emptiness lurking beyond the shadow of my soul; like a black hole lingering in the far distance – no corners to confine it – scattered arbitrarily, or maybe abiding by a law of some universe keeping it at a specific point and distance but never to disappear. The … Continue reading Stuck in a Moment
Luve-Knots 