The word Eleftheria is a Greek feminine gender term for freedom. This poem came about due to an incongruity I was feeling regarding the staggering beauty of the Cypriot land and the unutterably architectural ugliness of Nicosia. I Straddling shifting platforms of providence,foreign and domestic policyremain insulated from politics. All capital cities, as this one,- [...]

I have spent many early mornings walking in the beauty of a wildlife refuge on a friendly small mountain at the west periphery of Pyrga, Cyprus. This poem came from one such walk. The Fire Brigade’s swath track providesconspicuous contours of reliefon the topography of local minds: “Emancipating us from ‘fire’” it is said. This [...]

This is an early iteration of my poem Eleftheria which seems to stand on its own. Beyond cityscape bordersin this domain of Aphrodite’s birth… On this sacred land of unimaginable and stunning Olive Trees,themselves home to wizened elder beingof incomprehensible Grace… In this fiercely beautiful arid climatic zoneof temperate winters and brutally searing summers, one [...]

NOTE: This is to be read allowing the piece’s own cadence to inform the reader’s expression. “I know of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections, and the truth of the imagination.” ~ John Keats Have you yourself tended an infant?  Have you observed another care for a newly arrived child?  Have you watched [...]