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Nick N. Trakakis

Her life was so sad that it was almost too beautiful to be true.
- Katherine Hattam

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this could all be false, I know
the brilliant light in the park
on that Saturday
no promises, not today
stranger things we could not say
but you could see
the hand that held you
___was the hand that held you down
no promises that the sun will rise
already gone
no light this night
could not entice
___happiness
killing time in your sleep
you’ll see
in six month’s time
but you keep smiling
brandishing those long eyelashes of yours
only because you haven’t heard
walking away, slipping further
like words sliding
into the holes of the night sky
some deludedly call stars
into the night
everything seems serene
if noly you’d stop
___and see
only because you haven’t heard
these words
having buried your head
___your heart
no not nothing
can stop the fear
tonight
to the night
…better not read these wirds again

Nick N. Trakakis
“Clearings” – p.1
Melbourne

N.Ν. Trakakis

About N.Ν. Trakakis

Nektarios Nikolaos (‘Nick’) Trakakis was born in 1972 in Melbourne from Cretan parents. He studied philosophy and theology at undergraduate level, and was awarded his PhD in philosophy from Monash University in 2005. He has taught Philosophy at Monash and Deakin Universities, and he is currently a Research Fellow in Philosophy at the Australian Catholic University. He has published two books and many journal articles on philosophical and theological themes. He has also published the following collections of poetry and prose: Tears (2005), Silent Transfigurations (2006), Via Dolorosa (2008), and Clearings (2011).
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