There we stood in the drizzle of trefoil, key-like petals of arches
touching our skin,
our shirts wet with magnificence.
I can take no more, for fear I crumble
under the oval grace,
for fear I’m crushed
by the Lion’s shade.
"And how remote that bare and sunscrubbed room, Intensely far, that padlocked cube of light We neither define nor prove, Where you...
George Seferis’ Mythistorema is a cycle of twenty-four poems, whose title could be translated as “novel. “ The poems form an expedit...
Book Launch - Pictopoems of Berlin - At The International Salon of Literature, Visual Arts and Music Oct 6 2018The book "Pictopoems of Berlin" created by Irina Moga and Tatiana Arsénie will be launched at the International Salon of Litera...
Finally - my book, Pictopoems of Berlin, co-authored with Tatiana Ars énie, is now live at Amazon - and here is the link. We've creat...
I am thrilled to have been invited to and to read poetry at the Brampton Fall Book Fest on Sep 29 3-5 pm.
The Canadian poet Christian Bök (b. 1966) is the author of a singular book of poetry – Eunoia, a book that was awarded the Griffin poet...
1. A calligraphy of silence Poetry is a form of art born out of stillness, a calligraphy of silence. Winter is a season of prolonged...
A new word in the vocabulary - the name of a volcano in Island that had turned upside down quite a few plans and even more fumes: Eyjafjalla...