All black and all sweetness: Deep into the earth my conscience lies

Crowned with sun-kissed petals and moral culpability I drag half of Greece to the dark side, their memories locked away in a room where winter writes poems and where inhibitions are laid to rest. The sky is a palette of gutsy silver awaiting form and function, I, a siren of the ancient islets, desire nothing … Continue reading All black and all sweetness: Deep into the earth my conscience lies