Category Archives: Prose

Fingers trace over heart,

how far back do ‘we’ go?

I say, ‘Since the start’.

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Your heart, my kingdom of heaven. 


Lace like 

brief shadows,

then there is you.

Where you change,

I will change too. 


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.