House of Pain


 House of Pain by Maria Fokas  In the house of pain the music plays softly. There are books scattered in every corner of each room. The lights are always dimmed but the scented candles never lit. There is writing on the walls: Beware things could be Worse – In the house of pain no one complains about silly things like the taste of food. A stormy day is one when we do not listen, The hour of fun is one when we do not speak. In the house of pain there are no cries in the middle of the night … Continue reading House of Pain

Line Breaks : Snap


Line Breaks : Snap by Maria Fokas There is a freedom, in the face of truth – whether it is soothing to the heart or not, it will always set you free. You rage against the pain. At first, you don’t understand why. You try to go back, and recount your steps; was it my fault, you might ask yourself. But in time, what made you sad will subside. The scent of sunlight will wash your tears away; the bitter taste, will disappear – I promise you that. And they will resurface; all the dreams you had neglected; as platonic … Continue reading Line Breaks : Snap

Moments in Between


Moments in Between by Maria Fokas There is a correctional facility behind these walls, and the lot beside it, has another facility; a high school. And I think about to what extent the latter is responsible for the former’s existence. Or is it the responsibility of the parents to keep those cells empty?  Well, one could say if they are responsible for bringing up doctors,  lawyers and teachers  –  thinkers, artists and builders  –  inventors, storytellers and the nurse who will hold your hand in your darkest moments, then yes, they are also responsible for a few cells in such facilities. … Continue reading Moments in Between

EMMA and her Sister


EMMA and her Sister by Maria Fokas She watched me as I took pictures of the castle of St John in the old town of Rhodes. Dressed in a white dress-like costume, and white powdered make-up covering her face, she sat before the gates, waiting for the tourists to flip a few coins in her brown cardboard box. I could not but notice the way she looked at me, and then she spoke:               –          You can take a picture of me if you’d like. –          What’s your name? –          Emma, she said with a … Continue reading EMMA and her Sister

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

Beyond Beauty


Beyond Beauty by Maria Fokas The last day of 2013. I won’t go back to recall everything I had planned to do and didn’t get round to doing,  because that part doesn’t matter anymore. I guess the best part of a journey is not knowing what the days will bring after everything is planned and the wheels are turned into motion. So I focus on the unexpected which took place. That part I can assure you was incredible. Yes there was the good and the bad but I would not change a thing, and to be able to say that, … Continue reading Beyond Beauty