Category Archives: Prose

You ask for

signs from God,

covers left closed

and pages rot.


When boredom

has grown,

clean soul

not gone astray.

Had I known

to be unkind,

I’d have given

you away.


Aπό την πόλη έρχομαι, και στην κορφή κανέλα.





Walk of willing feet, caressed by the Ionian Sea. 


Draft Box

Journeys into the quiet, from daybreak till night takes day and beyond. 


Yellows, red and blues.

All shades of black, grey and rust.

Lips play with a smile.  


Poetry lost in translation, 

gained in the translator 

and translated.