They say the mountain people on the island of Crete still measure the walking distance from village to village in the number of cigarettes a man smokes while walking. I don’t smoke. I’m an American ex-pat who gets by driving a cab. I don’t know how many...
Photo by Flausa123, CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons Have you ever seen two lovers being hounded down by Death? Go to Arkadiko Bridge on a Blood Moon night, and as clear as you can see this hand of mine in front of your eyes, you will see two embracing silhouettes...
The Sacred Way began at the sacred gate in Athens, nineteen kilometers from its destination at the Sanctuary of Eleusis where birth/death initiations were held in honor of the mother goddess Demeter, controller of seasons and grain, and her daughter Persephone; she...
Photo by savas_bozkaya / Shutterstock.com Shining under a spotlight in the Heraklion Museum, the Phaistos Disc glistens in a glass box. A sun, a full moon without a face seems to smile. Tourists stop. Press their noses to the glass, and squint until their eyes widen...
Molten candy peach nectar streams over lips salty- licked, pistachios shucked on steep dunes, stoic veined bookends, marble slipping welcome into cotton gloves worn by the waves. The sea open tide all the way to Africa. My spaces draw onto creased linen, fried rigid...
