Forbidden Shells (Plastic Race)


 2. Forbidden Shells (Plastic Race) by Maria Fokas I yearn for memories dressed in pleasure; silky silver wrappings, tied in red ribbons, as the snow settles in the winter nights. And when spring comes, breakfast in a secluded diner; your choice, and I’ll be there for that smile; such beauty is soothing to the heart. I want to sail away with my lover in the summertime, and forget all the plastic in the world; too much of it everywhere we turn. I close my eyes and see you sitting at that old forgotten piano. Your fingers dance on the keys … Continue reading Forbidden Shells (Plastic Race)

The art of losing


POEM OF THE WEEK – The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. … Continue reading The art of losing

DESIRE


Desire by Maria Fokas Desire must make no sense in the whispers of my lovers Press your cheek against mine Let me take pleasure in your thoughts Share with me your secrets The ones you’ve never dared to before While we mingle with your friends Let me stir the ice in your drink, with my fingertips In the melody of music, stroke the back of my neck And when we sway on the dance floor Feel my aching need, for your control In the depths of darkness… I find comfort in knowing, you can spin my heart with your desire.   Continue reading DESIRE

The Heart of a Poem


The Heart of a Poem by Maria Fokas Life is a poem;  entwined with endless dreams Words that leave behind a longing I cannot deny Waiting for his arrival – while knowing, he may never come Regardless of the promises – regardless of lost time The truth is always there, hidden between the pauses of his smile, Life is a seductive poem, captivated in wild dreams  – and in all its wonder I forgot that the beating of my heart will one day stop   Whether brief or long, this poem I speak of – makes no difference For it was … Continue reading The Heart of a Poem

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

Halcyon Days


Halcyon Days by Maria Fokas To the seven daughters of Alcyoneus Bear seven peaceful days in rime Easing warm waves to winter sun From hand of  Zeus and mouth of Hera Planting seeds of lushness In the hearts of sinless lovers Passion needing no such reminder From bright wings of kingfishers Nostalgic flame tis longing pain   Release the womb For birth and pleasure Hath visiting lands and oceans of myth I welcome the goddesses of love Whether she be Aphrodite or Danu I willingly succumb to the latter  Caged in his command By undisclosed devotion To my platonic lover … Continue reading Halcyon Days

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