Αλέξανδρος Σάντο Τιχομίρ, Εύοσμο σκοτάδι

Wheat Ears – Selected Poems

Punishment

And the time came for my punishment

When he, the forever diaphanous

unfolded the scroll

to read the exigent and after

He called my name and my kin’s

without paying attention to the black

patch on my left eyebrow, it was

a night, what could I see?

I felt as if the same exigent suckled

nourishment from breasts unseen

from virginal and hardened nipples

inviting as a groovy song heard

in the background when His voice,

quite unapologetically, called

my innocent girth standing

before the enemy’s rifles which

during that day of justification

defined my purpose conclusively

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Water in the Wilderness

Excerpt

Rachael eyed her suspiciously and did not respond to Tyne’s greeting. Tyne followed the doctor into the kitchen which reeked of decaying food and sour milk.
She saw a small sandy-haired boy sitting at a littered table, barely able to see over the dirty dishes and pots. Bare feet with curled up toes stuck straight out from his chair. He had his chin propped in one hand, while the other clutched a glass half full of milk. He wore pajamas that looked as if they were overdue for a good wash.
Tyne walked across the kitchen, being careful to sidestep the litter on the floor. “Hello,” she said, “you must be Bobby.”
He nodded briefly, but did not reply.
“Have you had your breakfast, Bobby?” Tyne asked gently.
He shook his head from side to side. She glanced at his sister, but before she could speak, Rachael blurted defensively, “He’s had a piece of bread; that’s all there was. He wants some corn flakes but there ain’t any.”
Tyne shot Dr. Dunston a helpless glance, and noticed his normally placid features take on a look of disgust. He peered down at the little girl.
“Where’s your dad, Rachael?”
She pointed to a closed door at the far end of the kitchen. “He ain’t up yet.”
Dr. Dunston strode to the door Rachael indicated and rapped loudly. “Corky! Get up, you lazy son-of … you lazy lout. Your kids are hungry.”
Muffled grunts could be heard through the door, accompanied by the creak of bed springs. “Whatdaya want? It’s still night.”
“It’s nine o’clock, Corky. Come out here, I want to talk to you.”
Whether or not the object of Dr. Dunston’s ire knew who stood on the other side of the door, Tyne had no idea, but she raised her eyebrows when, in only a few minutes, the door opened and a disheveled Corky Conrad emerged.

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Nadia Lopez Garcia, Δύο ποιήματα

Η Αμερική καταναλώνει και η Κίνα παράγει

UGGA

18

Then the ice melts

and the water is re-established

and you everywhere

you see Destructive Cataclysms

Mayan

Phoenician

Jew

Egyptian

Hellene

Share your myths

your potters

put to work

to maniacally create

exquisitely painted vessels:
the first books

the first films

the first documentaries

the first pornography

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Chthonian Bodies

Hyperbaton
A man of stone
chthonian apparition
exaggerated reality
accentuated masculinity
from dust to stone to dust
on guard for
the well-being of my kin
a granite manly man
clearly seen in the snowstorm
he has guided
he has led man and
beast to safety and
his name: Inukschuk
guide of everyone lost
in the snowstorm of life

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Θέκλα Γεωργίου – Βαβέλ

Entropy

Rustling
He was writing a letter to the Lord
about the loveless chaos
the aged, dusty landscapes
and as he was writing the page
slowly turned silent
until he too became
a thought of the Lord
aloof and weightless
like the light breeze
that blew softly
and took him along
beyond the fences.

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Fragment for Yorick

The Path of the Poisons in me
I’m living in a cave since
I’ve been born, why, that I
feel like a wanderer?
And I’ve never even been inside
every nook and cranny and I don’t know
what is my job, but already
everything’s slowing down like a sailboat when
for a long time skips the heartbeat of the wind.
I wish I had at least a curtain,
to pull away when the nothingness
spies on me too shamelessly from the outside.
But I have a long way to go for the poisons in me,
well, this is only a sketch, words,
formed barely but instead of erasures
the hope that the day will come
when I can write it properly.

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