Morning Coffee

May 16, 2015 § Leave a comment

    
As she sipped her morning coffee, a truly fine brand, 

she thought of the man who once gave her a Brazilian

one, as a present, and how well they both tasted. 

Before Something Happens

May 15, 2015 § Leave a comment

And every time I start to write this poem

something else happens, like an earthquake

or a shooting or a war or an other big thing

that makes this look small and unimportant

which of course it is, as everyone will die once

and everyone has fallen in love at least twice

and, almost, everyone has broken something

in their lives, sometimes their arm sometimes

their leg and sometimes someone else’s will.       

Celebrating Launch Day of “All the Words”

April 21, 2015 § Leave a comment

20th April was Launch Day for my poetry collection, “All the Words”. My publisher, Elizabeth Adams (Phoenicia Publishing), celebrated it by writing a post about why, if you haven’t already, you should consider placing an order, and then started immediately shipping the first orders!

Unfortunately, between Elizabeth and me lies the Atlantic Ocean; between me and most of you, my readers, the Atlantic and many other oceans too. So we all drank a toast to this book’s journey far away from each other.

But here, for all of you who have been kind enough to support this project on Twitter, here in my blog, or now in its book form, a very first reading (with quite a few tongue slips caused by red wine, I’m afraid) to celebrate this book’s departure to, hopefully what it will be your hands, and then your hearts.

Thank you!

My Book is Full of Words

March 30, 2015 § 5 Comments

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In 2013 I spent a whole year on Twitter exploring the meaning of “big” words like life, death, love, sex, pain, pride, violence, hope… When I started writing these “definitions” in January that year, I had no idea they’d become a project. I had just entered a period in my life where reflection and its creative documentation not only felt necessary but became my life’s red thread. A thread far from following a straight line, though, but mostly curling into circles that only slowly, if at all, formed a moving spiral. Most of the words escaped permanent definitions; life kept, and keeps, redefining them for me.

This project, I later named ‘All the Words’, became something like an online journal of aphorisms, epigrams or naked verses — sometimes looking for a poem and coming closer together, and sometimes running away from each other, contradicting and opposing each other. All of them were based on my personal observations and emotional reactions to readings of all kinds, the news and everyday experiences, or chats with friends, online or in person. Many people followed my ramblings on Twitter, retweeted and frequently replied commenting on them, as they felt addressed by one or the other poetic definition.

The creative process on Twitter has been a unique experience for me but now I’m delighted that ‘All the Words’ has also become a beautiful little book thanks to Phoenicia Publishing and my publisher Elizabeth Adams. Even if you’d read each one of those tweets on Twitter, Elizabeth has created a typographic design that will make that process, that Heraclitian river of words and meanings, visible for you and aesthetically a new experience. Some of the earliest supporters of that project on Twitter shouldn’t be surprised to find yourselves also mentioned in my words of thanks as your generous feedback kept me writing and posting.

Among those precious early readers were three people I enormously admire and am grateful to for they were kind enough to write what they liked about ‘All the Words': the poet and translator George Szirtes who has won a variety of prizes for his poetry (Reel, The Burning of the Books, Bad Machine) and for his translations (László Krasznahorkai’s Satantango), the multitalented Natasha Badhwar, columnist at Mint Lounge, film-maker and fashion entrepreneur, and the poet Dave Bonta (Twelve Simple Songs, Odes to Tools) who is a very well-known blogger and online publisher of Moving Poems.

You can read what they had to say about the book on the Phoenicia website page for ‘All the Words’ where you can also order the book. Launch Date: April 20th, 2015.

I will be happy for your feedback, here or elsewhere.

Night Lies

February 3, 2015 § Leave a comment

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There’s the night lying
next to my bed and lying:
Tonight you’ll sleep well.

I try not to think
of Mondays, of yesterdays,
and the missed voices.

Shadows take over
step by step fragile bodies
move and talk like them.

We are sleepwalkers,
looking for a place where safe
we can stay awake.

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Of Trains

January 18, 2015 § Leave a comment

F1020004 And like so many other poems this will also start with a train. The train from Athens to Munich, to Hamburg, to Amsterdam, the night train. Darling, don’t love part time, don’t love sentimentally, at the ticket counter. Love with a newspaper in the hand, love by writing letters. Listen! The voices are many, yet the night favours one that whispers in your dream. One that once was a body sitting in a train, leaving. And like so many other poems this will also end with a train, first on the track this morning wiping last night’s lines with fast light.

The Hours

November 24, 2014 § Leave a comment

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Endangered, she said,
when I drink my morning coffee
to disappear, to lose control
to find everything unreal.
 
Take these memories of last year,
dip them in hot water like tea,
add sugar, take a sip, come near!
 
How long long can take? How
immediate can be now? And
where is yesterday when one needs it?”
 
Awake. In the wee hours 
thoughts are preserved in darkness,
to dissolve with the first light.
 
 
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