The knell
That forever brings us back from far-
Fetched unseen reverie
Never keeps us here.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Ten Not-So-Easy Pieces and An Epilogue
After two not-so-easy years of web designing trials and tribulations that I'm sure she would rather forget about, Elizabeth Boleman-Herring's comprehensive, completely revamped website for the intelligent traveler thinking of visiting Greece is up and running. Here's the link to my contribution that will virtually take you straight to The Land of Milk and Honey before you actually decide to visit it in person. See you soon!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Calm before the Storm
leaves moving on
table under the
Judas tree over
our heads still
waiting for what
it was that
brought us here
we hear what
must be the
last cicada calling
loud and clear.
table under the
Judas tree over
our heads still
waiting for what
it was that
brought us here
we hear what
must be the
last cicada calling
loud and clear.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Erosion of Memory
On the bluff slowly
Being eaten away, rows
Of tenacious red and white
Laurels holding fast against
A calling, rippling blue
Sea.
--Vromoneri, Greece, August 6, 2009
Being eaten away, rows
Of tenacious red and white
Laurels holding fast against
A calling, rippling blue
Sea.
--Vromoneri, Greece, August 6, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Maximum Serenity Facility
Location: Vromoneri (Stinky Water), Messinias, overlooking the Ionian Sea--7 km south of Marathopolis-- this is where the two inmates were incarcerated for two days and forced every morning to descend some 75 steep, harrowing steps to a pebble beach and swim in the incredibly clear waters until exhausted, then made to climb back up in the early afternoon for a meager lunch consisting of a Greek village salad, wine, and fresh smelt caught by the warden a few hours earlier. Afterwards, a siesta, two hours of reading and/or writing and back down the steps again for another swim. In the evening, reading and/or writing, a light supper, and interrogation carried out by the warden under the light of an incredibly large August moon--pure torture, I tell you; honestly, I don't know how they survived the ordeal. Next time, the warden should definitely consider prolonging the period of confinement.
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