a writer sits alone in the dark, spilling dreams onto white pages, while the moon keeps watch with wide eyes, and it seems the more the writer writes the more pale it gets, the more stars show their faces, the more the night comes alive in a celebratory honour of truth on truth in a world of lies. a writer sits alone in the dark, stringing stories into a tangible form while the shadows slither,…
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Yours always leads back to the queen and her children, After dipping her regal staff in foreign lands. Infidel here is a raw truth: She can see the foreign presence within your poise, Smell her sundry scents succumbing to yours, Concatenate the lies hidden in your voice. Your mistress is not a pleasant sight, Neither is she worth flooding royal eyes. Infidel, I have…
My love, I do not want to get up today. Hold me a little longer, a little shy of forever. Stir my body back to its sweetness Bring me my birth on a platter, A pure cry swallowed by blood, For Prey I was born to be And today, I heed that calling. Bake me in your broad embrace And I will soak you in mine. I know better now, Butter knives will slip and…
“You’ve bullshitted bullshitters for too long it is enough now!” She looked at me, Tears in her eyes, Snot flowing to her mouth unnoticed. Her face softened as she continued, “For years now you have been bleeding, Slicing roads that lead to nowhere On your perfect brown skin With a knife from your imaginary friend. Grandmother must be calling from the grave. Ignore her dear. Ignore death itself. You ink the pages with confessional poetry,…
Cut me asunder Pull me apart Slice me open Like a sanguine orange Red And bursting With the gist of life Life’s force and Life’s mystery A sanguine cove of blooming carnation A sanguine temperament Muted under layers of dust from the reticence From eons of aversion to Our cage of flesh Our shrine of flesh The carnal and orphic and sacred Mother and Earth, dormant but breathing And Red Like rubies in Her womb…
In front of fleeting colors over a sunset sky at dusk I knelt And counted every effervescent decadence I’ve ever been allowed to humor every sharp pain I ever felt puncture my belly Against the mauve ether amalgam of melancholy-blue and fondness-pink. A zefyr came and waltzed away the thoughts and on his billowing breath I saw them flutter Scatter forgetful dandelions among treetops and rooftops against the bruised sky -Sophia Koutsouri
I think about you all the thyme in this day’s sage, my thoughts flutter over to your side to keep you calm, as lemon balm my dearest wish: my arms to be a bay, a leaf of bay your green and tender soul’s nurture and refuge shelter your smile in soothing chamomile and lavender – so fragrant dreams you’ll have of fields of creamy purple far as the eye meets all swaying, straying petals. your…
«αδερφική αγάπη» Πληγωμένες μνήμες πουλιά κουρνιασμένα σε μαύρες γωνιές ραγισμένο γυαλί της ψυχής Κι ο θυμός γίνεται αετός γίνεται φως στης λήθης το σκοτάδι Light in the Dark (Translated) “Brotherly Love” Wounded memories perched birds in black corners cracked glass of the soul And the anger becomes an eagle becomes light in the darkness of oblivion – Anastasia Michailoglu
Γλιστρώ γλυκά στα όνειρα κατάδυση στου ωκεανού τα βάθη όπου κυλούν χαμένες αναμνήσεις αναδυόμενη νοιώθω αληθινά το άγγιγμα του ήλιου Touch (Translated) I’m gliding sweetly in dreams diving in the ocean’s depths where lost memories are flowing emerging I feel for real the touch of the sun – Anastasia Michailoglu
Τρυφερό φως απλώνεται τριγύρω σαν χάδι ολόχρυσο στα μάτια της ψυχής Home (Translated) Tender light Spreads around Like a golden caress In the eyes Of the soul – Anastasia Michailoglu