Littermature Creative Writing– And The Illusion of Free Will.
What is this sorcery here?
Littermature Original Poetry-
On captivating opportunities, and broken dreams. In the smell of fire.
“Bring me back to my youth”– you hope. Continue reading “The Unfolding Reflection- of Broken Mirrors, of Broken Dreams”
Travelling the road less travelled brings with it a high degree of uncertainty, and without certainty, it’s a pretty good bet to call it lost. Continue reading “I’m Lost.”
A poem for the rich,
a poem for the poor.
A poem for the middle crowd,
and words of no cure. Continue reading “Rich, Poor: Old & Young.”
“And yet again we have come full circle.
Shed your layers, winter’s cycle has passed.”
-G. Kourtesiotis, 2017
Happy Easter… Pascha.. Passover… Nothing.
The real me is the one you can’t see. If I told you what I was, would you believe me? You might as well SMILE, because I can see through you.
It’s a vicious psychosocial cycle, but the best we can do is to practice SEEING people outside of HOW we see people.
Life is funny.