LONG LISTED FOR THE 2023 GRIFFIN POETRY AWARDS
Apples Fall From the Sky
Here, in brackets, I’d like to inform you that the wretched
men deleted more of my pages; I mean that I always dreamed
of being the owner of a strange secret so that they’d never
forget me or I’d even be a quick narrator of all separations;
then I chose the most inglorious smile or an undeserving
gesture like one who hides his face in his hands so that he
loves us even more, while auntie Elvira, in our childhood years,
used to read the blessing of travellers at night since we could,
of course, sleep in the other room
and mother always sat on the edge of the chair as if to make
room for one who sometimes threw a girly apple in her laughter.
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 