Redefining the Greek meze

I’m at a traditional olive farm, lying in the green grass dotted with yellow wildflowers. The sun filters out through the dense foliage of the boughs of the olive trees and their sharp aroma tingles my nose. An almost salty breeze hits my skin as I stare at the pale blue Mediterranean sky, lost in…

Helium Hearts – an ekphrasis

Perhaps it’s your gentle allure,Or those eyes that draw me in,But as I rise in yonder joy,I burn in love and sin. This love is lighter than the air,Our souls call out in swoon,If we no more on earth do meet,We’ll both still have the moon. For we are made of helium,We’ll fly and dance…