If life is full of surprises,

then you shouldn’t be surprised

at all.       

 

From the poetry collection Rough notes on a life vest (: Πρόχειρες σημειώσεις πάνω σ’ ένα σωσίβιο), Nicosia, Armida Publications, 2011.

(Interlude)

What ever happened to Jeff Buckley´s lover?

 

«Οh drink a bit of wine»
he said
«We both might go tomorrow»
he wrote.
«Let me say goodbye,
’cause you don’t remember who you were
and I don’t know who I ever have been».
30-year-old drowned in the river.
Guitars kept weeping.
No one knows what happened to Jeff Buckley's lover,
who just didn’t know.

 

From the poetry collection Rough notes on a life vest

(: Πρόχειρες σημειώσεις πάνω σ’ ένα σωσίβιο), Nicosia, Armida Publications, 2011.

Skein

 

If I don’t deliver it

I will die.

In the barn of my womb

unknown embryo

with myrrh and ash gestates

akin to a star it convulses and

in the midnight hour it is born;

fine little skein

with needles

pricking the body

onto the floor I drip like blood I eject

to the ceiling and to the lamp fiercely

I weld:

shudder, suffer, slay.

 

Translated by Despina Pyrketti

From the poetry collection The slaughter of the century (2018)