by Atma Anna Christakou **** What then is a waste of time? Sitting around doing nothing for days without end or running around like crazy to accomplish some? What is a waste of time then when life passes and the moments of sorrow are so much like happiness? Then what is this life? Sleep dream […]

A bird appears as a rhythmic cry after sunset she feels this message slow like a kiss repeating memory of what was his soft lips of youth burning in a rhythm of passion an alien species a mystic union of unknown consequences feeling uprooted in a world of exchange she had to survive as a […]

The day followed the night holding her breath to the unknown Turning her head to death and embracing this shadow how can she be another even in pain these long nights when the ghosts unleash their memories? how is this maddening repetition of pain can go on in this absolute embrace? This is a lie […]