3361 Orpheus

a mind of tiles
icicle strips
it speaks
in signals and trills
from nebulae reaches
it broadcasts
a satellite lyre
that plays and replays
your name alone
a cyclone
the palpitation
of an army
of broken transmissions
plumed waves
drumming against
a pinioned silence.

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My entry for the #ReadALetter campaign by Letters Live
From 'Κόκκοι', as published in issue #14/15  
of [φρμκ] Διασπορά, autumn/summer 2019 
το νησί
είναι αργό κι ακίνητο
δε σαλεύει
όμως συσπάται
το πρόσωπό του
από πένθος
με την πύλη ανοιχτή 
φυλάει την αυλή
μια πέτρα φθαρμένη
σα δόντι θεού
οι περαστικοί σταματάνε
στον ύφαλο του χωραφιού
κοιτάνε για ώρα   
τα δύο τυλιγμένα φίδια
κείτεται ο γλάρος
κι από πάνω δράκος
πετά χαρταετός -
μακρυά λέει η μάνα
απ' τα νεκρά ζώα -  
το κορίτσι με το σπάγγο
δειλά δοκιμάζει να δαμάσει
τη σκιά που ο αδελφός κυνηγά
From ‘3361 Orpheus’, featured in The Visual Experience, 4th Edition by Davis Publications, Moving Poems and Nasimi Festival [in collaboration with Afrodite Bitzouni].
From 'Breccia', published in Poetry Collection 2020 
by Tomarchio Editore

l'orologio significa che sei qui
stanno a casa
trasferimenti di memoria
le famiglie
semi che viaggarono
Con ira gli dicono
Mettiti i nostri colori
Non dimenticare
Lui però diventò
spaventapasseri di miele
legno liquido
il sonno degli uccelli
felino di strada
filo del tetto
di inceppate ruote
Per cosa girano?
Che cosa cercano di fare?
Plotlines on Air’, featured in Extending ley lines, a book accompanying the moving image installation ‘To a line‘ by Will Jennings, London
Eurasian Teal’, featured in Birdbook II, by Sidekick Books
Eurasian Teal
You're not a colour
you're a
duck on
seasonal migration.
Not an
ordinary duck
―a petite exotic
eye-shadowed cousin―
wintering here in
a great greengrey flock
a travelling troupe
a team of dabbling
synchronized swimmers.  
I'm not sure if
as you pass you sing
in a Cyrillic,
thespian quack
that dissipates
in symphony
across an evening
sky of Hermitage
colours or if
you as the shamans
speak in tundralect
and snowpine speech.
We must be but
a brief moment
in your schedule;
an accidental stop
on your splash tour
of our Occidental
theatres of water.
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