Not a deep feeling did we declare,
nor did we live a great love affair.
Wrong or right,
we only shared a night.
Love always dwells in melancholy
but oft-times saddens itself even more
from the fear of a loss caused by folly
and of a heart that the Fates forswore.
Manolis Aligizakis, Vancouver All night long, sleepless you thought of how to tell the novice embalmer to grant him his…
I held my youth like a knife
sharpened by the sun,
by the smooth sirocco
and I cut myself in two
All night long, sleepless
you promised not to cry
to drive to downtown
to the family lawyer
and tie up loose ends
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
Under the scandalous moonlight
her body shone like
a drenched statue of Aphrodite