Sunrise The melancholy of this dawn at the beach has filled my eyes with sand. The tears inside the gin-and-tonic taste of the sea and of the kisses you have…| Mediterranean Poetry
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the moonlit visage of the port’s white-washed buildings Previously published in the Poetry Pea Journal 2022 the rising moon across the bay of Tarifa casting…| Mediterranean Poetry
august the smoke from your cigarette rises between us and christens the barren night. down the sultry backstreets where we disappear, my heels discarded…| Mediterranean Poetry
Μηterra Full of amphorae from Troy Aeneas brings olive oil Odysseus, Aeolus’ wineskins. Pythagoras, your God, With Delphi’s secrets, Shapes Great Greece. Plato…| Mediterranean Poetry
Roadstead By Night Watching the sailboats at anchor, aligned and closer than by day in front of the empty beach, unconsciously nursing the hope of being allowed…| Mediterranean Poetry
Peek At Infinity The waves swash in and out, perfect, unyielding, hypnotizing, like a self-winding water clock, carrying along old memories— round, smooth…| Mediterranean Poetry
RENOIR AT CAGNES SUR MER The cicadas already conduct the sound of the day. Early conversation in a garden with olive trees and a view towards the Mediterranean.| Mediterranean Poetry
THE MARBLE TOWER, ATHENS An afternoon stirring memory beside the marble tower of the winds. I gaze at an architect’s imagination, scattered flowers…| Mediterranean Poetry
Mediterranean Rain The sea is there, under the rain, a few feet from where I stand listening to its millennia old lapping at the rocks below mingling with light…| Mediterranean Poetry
Autumn Light in El Andalus Torrents of light filter through windows, disintegrate into floating planets I fear will collide against each other, instead…| Mediterranean Poetry
Pinus Halepensis and Photons It took the ages of my great great-grandparents for them to reach their twisted girth. Past June, torridity presses them down into…| Mediterranean Poetry
Those Other Afternoons by the Sea With scent of orange in my fingers I sit on the terrace, the breeze undresses my sweat and my thirsty lips drink the afternoon…| Mediterranean Poetry