An Empty Page


An Empty Page by Maria Fokas There are many tragedies in life, and I am lucky not to have experienced many of them yet. But when I’m lost, I  pretend to be the center of this world; knowing I am not, and the painful secrets surface. I don’t think about those who are worse off than me. When it gets hard, should I be thankful that there are worse hardships out there? Using the unfortunate lives of others to make me feel better about my life, when life is difficult, is not a rational option for me. But I am guilty … Continue reading An Empty Page

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

An Unmentioned Silence


An Unmentioned Silence By Martin Hanley Swept away within a boundless and unmentioned silence. Where the sea arrives, it always returns and we, still troubled by its sharp circumference, remain loyal; forever drowning. Never triumphant, never boasting, but tender like a dark rain that endlessly pours to caress and soothe the souls’ inner fires. Sweeping away life’s endless woes, forever breaking the chains of time and glory. Its very essence contrives to own us, to charm the reticent, too reluctant and resigned. No heavy stillness can now remain here. No other witness, as twin worlds together combine. Still toiling and turning … Continue reading An Unmentioned Silence

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

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

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