‘Delving into Manolis’ Rendition takes one on an emotional adventure of heartache and joy guided by the steadying hand of Nature, herself. The images are vivid and startling, speaking to one’s very soul.’

– Cathi Shaw

Poetry, Libros Libertad 2009.
Paperback 9 x 6 in
116 pages
ISBN: 9780981073590
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“Mirrors let the supernatural invade reality. While the moon watches, the wind takes you away and changes everything in a world contained in a relentless search for meaning, for reasons to live, for reasons to die. It all happens in July and in the spring that followed the winter of lost things.
In this world, flowers, birds and ladybugs are symbols of hope and contemplation. This is a vast landscape and the music in the words carries you to distant times and places with non-assuming honesty.

It’s a journey in and out of life and death–and of all the places in between.”

– Luisa Maria Celis, author of Arrows in the Sky

“Delving into Manolis’ Rendition takes one on an emotional adventure of heartache and joy guided by the steadying hand of Nature, herself. The images are raw and infused with the blackest of humanity’s pain juxtaposed by the brightest joy of life. The images are vivid and startling, speaking to one’s very soul. Raw sexuality is intermingled with the most tender of emotions: a true kaleidoscope of life moments woven together beautifully. The mystical and the mundane skip through the pages to rest in the fullness of being. Rendition is as vivid as a painting, brightness and darkness intermingled in a story that tells the very core of life experience itself.”

– Cathi Shaw, PhD Candidate in Education, Simon Fraser University

CLOWN

Your theorem filters sun rays

behind the mask of your guilt

veiled greed

and your dream succumbs to anger

 

Now on the wet sandbar

moon walking to mark your path

a limping crab

young osprey laughs at

 

like sun that backs into clouds

behind your shadowed thought

and bandaged hatred

entombed hope aching for Easter

 

Now on the wet sandbar

you outline your path nervously

crab moon-walking

at whom a young osprey laughs

SIXTH PARADOX

The numbing kiss of north wind

bores through your skin like

comfortable suburb monotone

gouging down your dream slow

motioned axiom

honeybees construct a

tumult before they dive

in honey pot

grayish fraying

shroud dresses your goal

a piece of anthracite not quite

splendor of diamond

substitutes

epiphany with temporal myth

druggie cycled in

masochist escapism

MOONSCAPE

The van and its red-crescent emblem

siren squeals life’s worth

adrenaline tattooing

memory’s eardrum

in a desert wilderness

pieces of flesh picked up and

packed off in burlap

 

leftovers from a human tempest

scraps of

a woman, a child

 

these are a fighter’s ribs

houses lock their doors

windows, shutters while

intense silence smolders

the imam climbs slowly to the

globe apex of the minaret

moment right

to call the faithful to prayer

 

God is generous

some faithful for some bombs.