Three dots can say it all… — … Three dots. Ellipsis. A full stop that doesn’t want to be alone. An ending that continues. A declaration of an omission; an omission which reverses itself, if decoded by the reader. A manifestation of cowardice on its one “edge”, but the absolute courage on its other. …

Weekend’s prompt: inner situation=>outer projection — Lion, lion, Where are you? Will you come out of the blue? If I kill you, would this mean I’m a monster, too within? Was your figure in written formed just for secrets to be unexposed? I am ready to confront all the symbols you enclose. You exist for me to…

A poem — Is it a crime if I am no one? Is it a sin if I am nothing? Are all these labels so necessary? Can I wash them off and just keep one thing? Titles, roles, and names; stuck on the body like leeches, feeding themselves with blood, spreading their eggs repeatedly. Then, they cover…

A poem — An email-box with many drafts; coward words, afraid to be sent. Precious time is mis-spent. Coward words, or just not-impulsive? The borderline is blurry sometimes; excuses touch clarity’s rhymes. A consciously formed dark atmosphere. Poetry-writing, with wine and smoking; that blackness that’s enlightening. Enlightening blackness or masochistic melancholy? The borderline is…

A poetic monologic dialogue — How can one build, build, and build without demolition somewhere between? The pairs of opposites live for one another; each one needs its conflicting twin. Construct and deconstruct, dear self. There is no other way. You either take both of them, or none. Trust the pendulum’s sway. How can one…

Tempi train crash — a modern Greek tragedy — Impudent mouths in front of TV cameras spelling words of mourning they don’t feel. Political parties arguing over dead bodies like hyenas hungry for votes, ready to steal. Communication managers in panic but still daring to do their job “well”, trying to ease the pain and loud voices of a society that rings outrage’s bell. Journalists that see…

A note to Socrates — Yes, dear Socrates, your words echo in my mind. Arrogance isn’t my friend, I don’t feed my earthly pride. Self-actualization is not a contest between me and my fellow humans. “One thing I know; that I know nothing” triggers the knowledge in all of us. Extremely low profile will deprive of the self-confidence needed in this world. Extreme self-belief will…

A difficult — but not impossible — task — Inner-weather forecasts are running before my eyes. People mirror their inside while they talk, move, hide. External events seem to hold the steering wheel of their mood, but what interferes and affects the outcome’s main aspects? Feelings triggered by memory; that’s the real driver of the now. …

A fictional (and possibly true) story — “If walls could talk…”, said our priest as he walked out of the church, after the confession of a 77-year-old woman that had just left. I noticed that she was more upright than before. …