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Month: May 2018

It’s March in Attica. The air is warm and the sea is calm as I look out over the water to the mainland. At nine-thirty the cafe is already redolent with the musky smells of a kiosk’s back shelf and strong coffee. The voices are already loud, forceful and in…

The engines stop. Judder. There was a life that was never yours out on the black sea, where souls were lost and still are, where there was and is not you, stood on deck, looking out on the waters that churn and will churn without you. There where sweethearts are…

© Philip Likos-Corbett 2018