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Guest Post by Maria Psoma-Petridou «ΟΤΑΝ ΜΕ ΒΡΗΚΕ Ο ΛΥΚΟΣ». Με αυτό το απόσπασμα σαν πρώτο ερέθισμα και πρόκληση η συγγραφέας μας καλεί να παρακολουθήσουμε την μυθοπλαστική αφήγηση των ηρώων του βιβλίου της. Διαβάζοντας το με μία ανάσα , στο τέλος αναδύεται η πεποίθηση ό, τι δεν υπάρχει απαλλαγή, γιατί τέλος δεν υπάρχει. Αυτό που μπορεί να φέρει το τέλος μιας ιστορίας είναι η αλλαγή θέσης και αντίληψης, που προϋποθέτει βέβαια την τόλμη ενός τέλους και μίας αρχής. Ενός

It was spring, and the clouds had returned. They were white but not the glary white of snow when the sun struck it. Clouds seemed ...

Charon harvests life to a world Of billowing sails, silence and fog, Unveiling a new journey into unknown terrains Where souls meander through time and space. There is relief in the rhythm of his oars Dipping in the waters of the River Styx. Tall beacons light the pathways Crossing the ancient landscapes. Stitch by painful stich, the living are left Trying to sew some shape to their pain, As the heart hemorrhages into a crimson emptiness, Questioning its own mortality. (First

Featured Guest Dave Kavanagh talks about his debut Novel The Tangle Box.

Guest Post by Angeliki Stamatopoulou-Pedersen (Pictured below). This early childhood book is written from a mother's point of view with the purpose of helping children with hearing loss and their families at the critical mainstream stage. --- A young girl, Angelia, is sensitive, observant, curious and in her own way shares her experience from her first few days of school. Her classmate, Jacob, gave her the desire to learn new things and very quickly he became her best friend.

Guest Post Emmanuel Aligizakis (Manolis), translation by the original English poet Billy Wolak (Pictured below). KISSES I want to explore your entire body with kisses, kisses thirsty as light, kisses that open the wind. And I want my lips to excite your shivering body with an insatiable delirium that invites more kisses, kisses brief as a smile passing through lightning, kisses reaching inside you deeper than silence, breathless kisses that leave your lips still moist with to

Check their expressions. Is it interest or curiosity when you spell your last name? “K-o-u-i-d-o-u.” You are not sure. They ask and you explain that yes, you grew up in Greece; no, your parents do not live in America. Yes, your mother speaks Greek and English, but your father speaks Greek and Turkish; yes, you studied English at school. Smile politely when they say you hardly have an accent. You know better. You are officially a ‘foreign student.’ After graduation from high

By Sophia Kouidou-Giles First Published in The Writers and Readers Magazine, February 13, 2021 Issue When fields appear fallow, we trust that winter will follow. Enter winter’s hibernation, sleepy days of isolation. Then we yearn for more vibrations and release into yet another time, sublime spring. It arrives with exuberance and greets us with flourishes and messages of life resurrected. The cycle rounds off with summer, a time to harvest what has been sown. That is what a w

Guest Post by Maria Heckinger Excerpt from her book, Beyond the Third Door Hariklea’s Voice* My Small Window on the Sea A WARM BREEZE BLOWS ACROSS THE GREEK ISLAND OF Lefkada as I dry the morning dishes. Staring out of the tiny kitchen window of the house that had been in my family for generations, I know I will never tire of that view. Geraniums in pink, white, and red bask in the sun as they spill over the old olive cans and red clay pots bordering the patio. Grape vines tw

TRANSLATOR’S NOTES: Searching for contact with the mighty, wise creature of the forest, the owl, Karina Ioannidou captures the spirit of our lockdown days in a tangle of myth and imagery. This is an ‘excursion’ from a world of isolation, where the wanderer craves connection. The yearning is expressed inventively and poignantly. The narrator turns to an interaction with the owl, a significant ancient Greek symbol of wisdom, in a hide-and-go-seek adventure during perplexing cor

By Sophia Kouidou-Giles For a writer, staying home is not much of a change to the daily routine during the coronavirus pandemic. On most days when I abide by old everyday habits, writing fits in during the morning hours, right after the first cup of coffee. This regular practice is vital, equally important for writing as is natural talent, inspiration, a laptop or a pen and an eraser. In comfortable clothes, liberated from appearance requirements, the laptop calls. The challe

Playwright Karina Ioannidou featured monologue,:An Actor Before A "Closed" Curtain" is translated in English by Christos Iliadis.

Relief and sunshine came pouring through on the morning of November 7, 2020, in contrast to the anxiety and distress people felt watching the election results delivered by the news networks in the United States. It turned out to be a day of victory for a new administration, a day we regained hope that the country will begin to rebuild and make gains facing its problems. People celebrated in the streets with cheers, fireworks and church bells rang around the world welcoming J

Two months earlier, Aunt Marika had decided her father wanted to kill her. My sweet grandpa? … How could she think that! I shared my worries with my friend, Efi. ‘Her parents sent her away again. Mother said she should be out soon. Maybe next week.’ Efi and I agreed to pay Marika a visit before she was discharged. It was my hope to see her back home, and I dared to dream that the asylum staff would let us take her home with us. It was 1964. We chose a school day to meet at th

#biden #harris Today’s America is a country occupied by hostile forces that have been bringing down our civil liberties. The protests that emerged following George Floyd’s senseless death reveal how authoritarian policing and falsified reports have been a cover up to the violence that poisons our fragile democracy. Videos by eyewitnesses capturing police brutality have made the case and we realize that we have gotten acclimatized to chokeholds, tear gas and other dangerous pr

There is excitement in the air. The rainy weather brought back green lawns and Fall colors. More yellows, reds and browns have taken over the outdoors and brisk walks on windy days take me to shorelines alive with dancing waves and swaying buoys. Welcome to my ramblings, musings and occasional news during these coronavirus days, from this corner of the Pacific Northwest. Life indoors is the same as in the past, and yet, different as communication modes rely more heavily on el

The days that ought to be the same felt different because the coronavirus lockdown is here. At first the guidance seemed simple, but...

It was a sleepy winter day in Thessaloniki... The large windows on either side of us washed us with natural light on this bright, cold day.

In this video, Roxas shares the birth pains and joys of building Tahanan Books, the valuable lessons she learned from The Bookmark.

After divorce, a mother connects with her son through her love of ikebana, the art of Japanese flower arrangement.