LONG LISTED FOR THE 2023 GRIFFIN POETRY AWARDS
Seasonal
You, of course, have every right to demand my conviction:
I committed a crime; however that night I was not guilty; I was
just holding the mirror in the rocking car;
simple things, you may say, quite normal and who doesn’t
sleep unarmed and it was, I think, since the time mother started
wearing loose dresses perhaps to draw our attention or perhaps
there was something no one ever spoke off and we lived only
there;
thus I remained ageless like the old mistakes while the flies
sometimes buzzed in the room like during important celebrations
when they put some poor people at the edge of the table and
after they finish they carefully wrap all the creepy details
in their napkin
or like the apple trees that don’t lie about winter anymore.
Hellenic Canadian Literature 