Spyros L. Vrettos, GreeceThe PoemsTHE PROPER MOVEThey were so much the same that as soon as she made a movein her home, he, who was elsewhere, guessed what the movewas and saw her doing it as if she were there in front of him.Or as soon as she starte...

Nadya Radulova, BulgariaThe PoemsThe Open WindowWhen soft morning light enters the roomand turns into a cat, the cat into a rose,the rose into a small, barely noticeablewound above the ankle, whenno one notices the wound and it closes up unnoticed,wh...

Sotirios Pastakas, GreeceThe PoemsA MOMENTA passenger sitting on the rear seatof the bus with the proper wrinkle of thoughtbehind the glass looking at me. I'm looking at himslantwise from Alexandroupolis to Spartaand from Heraklion to Lixouri, I'm lo...

Jan Škrob, Czech RepublicThe Poemsfour riversa man with scars on his chest takesa smouldering branch of elder in his handthe mountains part and their coldnessruns down my bodythere're four rivers meeting here threelive ones and a dead one the laptopi...

Yiannis Doukas, GreeceThe PoemsMY ATLANTIC STATΕ    I said to him, Sea-Parrot,navigator, up to the arctic you were going, poor you, transoceanic though you were,your only egg is what you claimed. The rock, a wounded curtain – and would...

Konstantinos Bouras, GreeceThe PoemsNature and EnvironmentWe would have been blind Lacking LoveArrogant Lacking Death*I am going to tell you a story tonight: Deep darkness…In the middle of the nightA worried badger momBrings her babyTo the shama...

Elsa Korneti, GreeceThe PoemsThe era of impious omnipotenceThere was a time, once,when man had reason to fearlike the daemons of nature,winged dragons,the fairies, the elves of the forestand all the other eccentric creatureswho jumped aboutuntamed an...

Giannis Alexandropoulos, GreeceThe PoemsYour long fine fingers rest on your thighAnd your gaze roams around the roomLost is the pebble you brought from the island sandsThe ash of the autumn sorrow fills the memory vaseA branch of myrtle adorns your o...

Tibor Weiner Sennyey, HungaryThe PoemsThe Language of BirdsThere is nothing else but this flock of birds flyingOnly this silk thread exists between the birdsThere are neither birds nor skyNeither beats of wings nor the onlookerOnly this threadThis in...

John Tolias, GreeceThe PoemsWhen You ComeWhen you comeI will stifle the lights and the hoursleave only a mauve aurailluminating your eyesI will look at you stone-stillbleeding jasmine and summerYou won't speakOur glass brimmingwith an infirm memory's...

Vasilis Pandis, Greece An accomplice of time Raining light  The PoemsAn accomplice of timeI was born beneath the red pendulumin the green shadowand the blue nightI was the fireworkin its most mournful hourin the colourful funeralI was that pinea...

Mihailo Sviderski, North MacedoniaThe PoemsSYRIA Around Syria I will place two sticks,I'll wrap them tightly with a scarfI'll bandage it like a wounded legto stop her bleedingI'll collect all the ashes from the ruinsand throw them into the sea and le...

Konstantinos Ch. Loukopoulos, GreeceThe PoemsDINANT/ NADINESomeday arrives this season with the red clouds,that out of habit, we used to call"The season of decommissioned trains",when the river recedes and a low tide appears(similar to that found in ...

Petra Kolmančič, SloveniaThe PoemsHOW TO STAY FAITHFUL Believe me, I am a faithful woman. Faithful to my hairdresser, even though on days when she finds out her husband will return homelate from work she sticks the comb into my scalpas if it wer...

Lena Kallergi, GreeceThe PoemsIdentitiesIn northern countries with round hillsand mist rising from the lakesI was Greek.In faraway continentswith canyons and red desertsI was European.In the dark alleys of big citieswith frightened footsteps and hurr...

Theofanis Papageorgiou, GreeceThe PoemsGround zeroThe man walnutwas inhabiting in his shelluntil the white and the yolkdipped into a piece of a walnut pie then he met suddenly his last layerthe cherry pinned making the sweet desperatethe subject dism...

Josef Hrdlička, Czech RepublicThe PoemsHEADandHANDSson solemnly draws a human one finger after another – is thata star in its hand? – yeah,and here's a cave, he addsas the little stick slides in deeperyour best poem yetwith a star for a handI enter a...

Giorgos Kozias, GreeceThe PoemsLEFTOVERS OF ANOTHER WATERLOOAnd if we mated in forbidden bedsIf in a state of rupture we succumbed to debauchery, to impudenceIf we foolishly pretended on weak fleshwe promised wedding wreaths and engagementsor we unju...

Angeliki Sidira Papakosta, GreeceThe PoemsMOTHER OF ORGAN DONORYour eyes resuscirtated in a stranger face Look around surprised without memory And indifferently pass over me As if they never loved me. Uneven your heartbeats In the breast of some unkn...

Don Schofield, USAThe PoemsDead Shepherd's HutSure, I can fix the broken door, clear the brushout front, find a rope and bucket for the well,a mattress for the iron bed in this hutI've rented for next to nothing, but what abouthis coat and crook stil...