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Amulet
Loula S. Rodopoulos
Years pass prise open tomb of migration
Amulet brown roughshod stitched leather
Nestles in palm of aspiration
Flaminia buffeted across seas Piraeus to Fremantle stormy weather
Amulet brown roughshod stitched leather
Loving maternal hands prepared it in sorrow
Flaminia buffeted across seas Piraeus to Fremantle stormy weather
Her son leaves for the antipodes tomorrow
Emigre
Manolis Aligizakis,
Canada
I held my youth like a knife
sharpened by the sun,
by the smooth sirocco
and I cut myself in two Continue reading
The Hill
Translation from the Greek text
by Manolis Aligizakis
Someone had a lot of dead people
He dug the ground he buried them himself
Stone by stone earth on earth
he built a hill
On top of the hill
he built his cabin facing the sun
Loose ends
Manolis Aligizakis
All night long, sleepless
you promised not to cry
to drive to downtown
to the family lawyer
and tie up loose ends
Betrayal
Manolis Aligizakis
Greek version here
He stood silent next to her.
She cried for the somber hour
lingered indecisively
like the question in her tongue
Continue reading
Methodical
Manolis Aligizakis,
Canada
He kept his dreams
ambitiously hidden in his heart
placing hope in separate
crystalline vase
along with monotony and at
the time of the longest
shadows he walked
First Kiss
Manolis Aligizakis
Under the scandalous moonlight
her body shone like
a drenched statue of Aphrodite Continue reading
Ecumenical Olympia
After the War
Grieving
Manolis Aligizakis
In your mind
all night long sleepless
promised to go, not to cry
arrange flowers
in plastic vase
fill it with water
from cemetery fountain Continue reading
Chestnuts
Loula S. Rodopoulos
chestnuts brood in embers of cynicism
hiss their anger
weeds engulf railway lines
supplanted by unfinished road works
lone cinema hotel closed
denuded shops plastered with yellow For Rents signs
hospital staff unpaid closure rumoured
decaying rural properties entice foreign takeover
austerity measures elderly recall famine
hooded masses protest politicians grovel to EU
youthful gloom lines coffee bars overlooking
the bay of Nafpaktos
Lives Momentarily Entwined
Loula S. Rodopoulos
lives momentarily entwined
construction of fountain – Harmony Square
Athens hub – celebratory memorial – end of Civil War 1951
brimming escalators link underground railway station
commuters in peak hour crush
roaring motorbikes – cars – buses
ceaseless merry – go – round
scurrying shoppers ignore buskers
beggar squats on footpath
traces her soul in nicotine ash
Four Poems on Verse
You Dawn
Ruth Sancho
(From Tayrona National Park. Colombia)
The Tayrona dawns from under your skin,
Through each one of your mango kisses,
With the tingling of your fingertips
walking the subtle paths of pleasure
transporting the green sighs of your freshness.
It dawns within your eyes,
Where the night fireflies are hidden,
From the inner tide of your look
carrying me out
with the swell of your blink
to the deepest bed of a blissful ocean.
The City
Manolis Aligizakis,
Canada
You said: “I’ll go to another land, to another sea;
I’ll find another city better than this one.
Every effort I make is ill-fated, doomed;
and my heart —like a dead thing—lies buried.
How long will my mind continue to wither like this?
Everywhere I turn my eyes, wherever they happen to fall
I see the black ruins of my life, here
where I’ve squandered, wasted and ruined so many years.”
Looking for the Sublime
(From Fiordland & Otago Peninsula.
New Zealand. May 2010)
With white howls of winter witches
Riding clouds,
Gossiping frost,
Dressing in silver night’s fiords,
Laughing high pitch of crystal slivers,
Devouring mountains,
Swallowing swamps,
Gurgling long rivers,
Licking Lake sobs,
It floods inside of me.
Promise
Red Wind
From Kings Canyon
Outback. Australia. (Oct 2006)
Ruth Sancho
In the Sacred City of LuritjaMen
The Wind twirls in concentric circles
and it is placated, in its streets, its rocky tail.
The Wind twirls
Twirls the Wind
Twirls.
Drilling the stone,
Aboriginal sediment,
It creates painting caves
where the Myth stays
Continue reading
Coaxing
Manolis Aligizakis
Anywhere I go I carry him along
that my soles firmly attached
to gravity and earth’s bosom Continue reading
La-Z-Boy
Space
Daybreak
Four Poems on Poetry
POETRY
Is there such a word or isn’t it
I will write it anyway
whether there is such a word
I will write it.
I have no choice.
Κάλεσμα λευτεριάς – Call for freedom
Scandalous
Manolis Aligizakis, Canada
He stops shaving razor floating in air
hand absentmindedly creates a circle in mid-void
like a bird stilled by camera lens
her scandalous vulva visits his mind
from days of that August Continue reading
A tribute to Costas Montis
Costas Montis, the man and his poetry that touched my life like no other, the undercelebrated and overshadowed Greek-Cypriot poet of the 20th century is hereby offered a minor compensation by Diasporic Literature. So minor that a history of his remembrance should never really mention it. For his memory should remain pure like the words in his verse, unbiased like the letter in his thoughts, benevolent like his love for virtue. Poetry loves a placid existence.


