Memories Resurface
She hides the worn letter, stepping unsurely up to the door.
The Air is Electric Here [poem]
The air is electric here Every particle alive I am buoyed forth by This ceaseless tide Of pedestrians They move in all directions Surefooted and stern I don’t…
Here to Torment Me
“Are you here to torment me?” The question is growled with a faded British accent, the kind you get after too many years away from the home country. She looks…
Μαντάμ Μέγαιρα (Madame Shrew)
--Ξένια! Ξένια! Ξύπνα, κορίτσι μου - δέν έχουμε πολύ χρόνο! Η μέρα δεν είχε ακόμα αρχίσει και ήδη η μάμα έχει στείλει την Ελευθερία να με βγάλει απ’ το…