Day: January 16, 2026

Jazz with Ella

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excerpt

ILLEGAL INTENT
ULYANOVSK, JULY 18, 1974
Maria’s eyes were dreamy and romantic as she twisted her own “first promise” ring. “They were such a cute couple,” she sighed. “Did you see how he looked at her—with so much love?”
“I only hope she feels the same way,” Jennifer said.
“I can’t believe he just walked out of that park without a backward glance,” said David. “I couldn’t do it. Leave my life behind, my family back in Canada…”
Jennifer, Ted, Maria and David had gathered at a dinner table aboard ship where they were reasonably sure there was no bugging device. They had determined this the day before by the simple expedient of dousing the table “accidentally” with a pitcher of water. A waiter had immediately stripped the table and replaced the cloth while they watched.
“We have to be cautious,” said David, indicating the room at large. Only a few other diners were present and the dinner had been delayed once again. “Our first item of business…”
“Excuse me. Have we elected you leader?” Ted asked.
“Could you at least listen to me? Our first item of business is how much we tell the others—here’s Hank now and he looks as if he wants to sit here. And then there’s Lona, who some of us mistrust, and we should decide that before she arrives.”
“Everyone’s got to know,” pointed out Maria, “except Natasha, of course. Don’t you think people are going to miss Paul? Though maybe not everyone needs to know about the second part of the plan, about Volodya…”
“Agreed,” replied Ted. “But there will have to be a few of us who know about the second part so that we can help.” Jennifer thanked him …

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Kariotakis-Polydouri, The Tragic Love Story

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I Want to Leave
I want to leave this place, to go far away
I want to become golden dust in the air
simple element, free, brave
to an unfamiliar new land I’ll go
where things of the world will appear
like dreams and they’ll talk to the soul
where the nice faces of people will smile
and where I too shall be beautiful
where, my god, darkness wouldn’t exist
in the night, nor in the despair of the place
upon the horrible skyline or in the wind’s wailing
nor in the glances or words of people
where there won’t remain anything
but a little joy and satisfaction
where all will say that they have left forever
that perhaps they are all already dead.

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The Circle

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“Thank you, Hakim; I’ll be in touch when I’m in L.A. Bye for now.”
He has committed himself to the task he and Ibrahim discussed the last time
they were together. This makes Bevan Longhorn feel more relaxed and peaceful
inside. His good, old friend, as he calls him, is right and Bevan knows what needs
to be done, before the end of the year.
Hakim’s mind flutters to a variety of things, as he tries to figure out what the
Admiralmeans by his crypticmessage about needing to see Ibrahim before the end
of the year. He shreds themessage and then sits at his workstation and opens the line
to communicate with his uncle. It’s no later than ten o’clock at night in Baghdad.
“Hello my dear uncle; are you there?”
“Hello, my dearest son. I’m here doing some paperwork; Mara is in bed already.
How are you?”
“I’m good; Talal is flying today via New York. He is flying with American
Airlines, flight number A3552. Expect him in Baghdad by four o’clock in the
afternoon, tomorrow.”
“Good. I’ll have Rassan pick him up; is Emily Roberts with him?”
“Yes, of course. Bevan sends his regards.”
“Oh, thank you, my dear boy. Please tell him hello when you see or talk to him,
alright?”
“Yes, my uncle, everything else is the same here. Bye for now.”
About 12:30 p.m., Hakim and Jennifer start off to pick up Talal and Emily.
Jennifer is still jittery and Hakim tries to calm her down.
“Come now, baby, relax. You behave as if you are the one who is traveling;
it’s Talal and your mother. They’re going to be just fine and will have a good
time, you’ll see.”
“I know. I know all that; yet, my mind doesn’t know how to stop worrying.
What do you want me to do?” she looks at him distressed.
“I know what you need; when we get to the airport I’ll show you. Don’t forget
you must be strong and relaxed for your mother’s sake.”

Emily is still very upset about the idea of flying on such a long trip. Talal goes to
the bar and pours two glasses of wine.
“Come, my love. Have some wine. It will relax you; we’re going to be fine.
Don’t worry; you’ll make Jennifer worry if she sees you like that. Then she’ll have
a hard time while we’re away.”
Thinking about Jennifer and with wine in her system she feels better in a
matter of minutes, and when Jennifer and Hakim come in, they find Talal and
Emily relaxing on the couch waiting for them.

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Katerina Anghelaki Rooke – Selected Poems

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In the Forest
I saw you among the leaves
in the waters
in the light of the leaves
in the leaves of the waters
in the reflection of the moon in the water
I saw you in the lakes, in waterfalls
in the lakes that light creates
in the waterfalls where light tumbles
light encircling your body.
You were coming out of the trees
walking, floating
over dewdrops
over smooth shining caresses
in the insubordinate black of the night…
ah, the night steams behind your shoulders
vapours on wings
and a mysterious triangle shines
on your chest: dazzling target
of beauty.
From the grassy areas to the hairy tops
high up to the crowns
of the superior branches
the highest frieze of lunacy
in nature
the voices of dead moths
the spring of springs
the unbearable bird of sorrow
I hear with your voice
that rises from the depths
where the bile and the soul
in one voice refuse to die.
everything that’s yours raves
in the thickets, in the grassy empires
of the dreams
in the glorious silence of the ivy
in the silent syncope of the fern
in the vinous fainting of the autumn leaves.
Your meaning gushes out:
that no life
is stronger than lust
no act more final
than poetry.
ere where you touched me
where I flowered
where I almost died
from where I called you
adorning your other nature
there where I was crucified
where I suffered
for your fairy-like grace
there where eros was light
but with heavy consequence for the water.
Untamed in the ruling of reality
tell me, how I might see you again
coming out to the opening of the trees
with your thin legs
wrapped in wisterias
with the sperm of birds
in the roots of your hair
you who brought the sky
for whom I spent hours gazing through the window
for whom the crows shifted their nests
you who spoke the words
that resembled wild marigolds on the hillside
you who shone: lips and words
you the superior being
of poetry in the creek.

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