Meta-poems
fingerprints scarred by the pencilby labor and by timeharsh as the truth of lifeand tender as a caress inspired by…
my name is Eve my name is Eve and I am a half -a part of his rib anyway- they…
TEA TIME Η Σου ετοίμασε το νερό. Στο πορσελάνινο σερβίτσιο με τη φλοράλ διακόσμηση μυρωδιά πράσινου τσαγιού. Γύρω της ο κήπος…
LEGEND IN THE SWAMP (Aeschylus, Prometheus Bound, ll.105-110) I am Aeschylus’ genuine play: Prometheus Bound! All else is just baloney….
THE SECRETS AND LIES OF EMILY DICKINSON Sue, my darling Sue, oh! such a winged, magnificent lie that much more…
REPATRIATION The rye reaped in its season the wild birdseed an oak tree at the end of the harvest or…
[…] and to stand halfway of existence and take off wigs dyes and masks but, bit by bit I remained…
Corridor from the peephole of the door I see swelling narrowing one-eyed man I don’t know if I’m slowly waking…