John the Baptist aka The Saint Oregano Man

Gather your oregano while you may after his name day (June 24th) and as long as it has ripened fully and you collect it very early in the morning before the first rays of the sun have touched it. This” slight” detail is essential because only in this way does the oregano acquire magical powers. 

This explains why I got up at 5 o’clock this morning and rode my trusty ancient Yamaha 125cc Enduro motorcycle to our olive grove about 9 km due west of Meligalas and spent the next two hours gathering this holy mountain of oregano, which will be cured in the shade, mind you, (or else it will turn black and spoil) before being sprinkled generously on a variety of salads and meat/fish/poultry dishes, as the Greeks have always used it as a food preservative, and it is probably in this role that the pessimistic phrase “Put some oregano on him” is employed metaphorically when someone’s plans start to go from bad to worse. 

NB: It may sound far-fetched to some but included in oregano's magical powers is its ability to heal wounds; believe me—as The Saint Oregano Man is my witness—this claim is definitely not for the birds. Nor is this poem.

Ambivalence

When night creatures start
To stir in your sleep, their eyes too

Close for comfort.

Descendants of Daedalus

With all due respect, sun 

Please no deviations— 

Just keep waxing pretty

As she goes, I know 

It's a maze but here we are

Doing downright nicely by you

Just as you are. 

Deception Pass

A poem trying to be 

So clear and rarefied, 

Even a fumbler could see 

Right through it. 

Dedicated to the One I Love

Narciss, it’s beyond 

Your comprehension— 

No poem is more beautiful 

Than the one being 

Read by the light 

Of your eyes. 

Greek-American Gambler Wins Precious Bride Hands Down

Dad may have returned flat 

Broke to Greece in 1936 

But he was still 

An ace at bluffing: 

Whenever he finished 

Dancing at village fairs, 

He’d dig into his pockets 

And throw a handful 

Of pennies into the air. 

Everybody thought 

He was flush with cash, 

Mom’s poor parents, too. 

Birdbrain

Thank God, I’m a teetotaler— 

All this twitter’s enough 

To drive one to think.