POETRY

thebes memphis, Polis, 2020

The Stendhal Syndrome, Polis, 2013

Inner Borders, Polis, 2011

PROSE

The World as I Came and Found It, Kedros, 2001

Sofokli Veizelou 141Α, Chalandri, 15231

To spin a yarn

Was it the nine nights of love,

until the birth of those

who, mouth of honeycomb,

will make a fool of you

and clench you with their thighs

and uncompelling truths?

Or was it those two mountains

in courtship with their eyes,

as every little pebble

oozed and hovered?

Or the assaulting Sky,

the thud of his descend upon the Earth?

He tells her, I’ll have you

an accomplice to my force

and you’ll intend to be

its only victim.

Or was it, damn him,

an oath-breaker,

dumbfounded, swaddled, breathless?

Our bodies’ memory

which now unlearns the touch?

My art of dissonance,

a tickle of the Tartarus

– my moon, I’ll be the first

to land on you.

I warbled, I lost track,

I dared descriptions

and hid into the labyrinth

to hatch them.

I waited for the thread,

so long, in vain,

as if a single ball of spring

had not been left unburied.

Entangled, all alone and all-curled up,

discussing with my nape,

in every fold, I said,

your cheeks are reddened

by heat and want and shame.

Stay here and crouch;

from what you’ve written on the wall,

from what you’ve gathered in the sea,

from what you mean, we won’t make any sense.

Diavazo journal Debut Poetry Collection Award for the Inner borders

G. Athanas Award of the Academy of Athens for The Stendhal Syndrome