Dark corner, two a.m. Seaside villages in Greece don’t need street lamps.
On the shore, throbbing lights from discos provide illumination for tourists.
But we are not on the shore, rather in some alley, backed against a whitewashed wall
my filmy white skirt the only barrier against your insistent pressing.
Our light/dark skin slick with salt and sweat, the […]
A well-worn backpacker from France opens his guitar case on an Athen’s street
serenades me with Beatles songs, the only English tunes he knows.
I sit through them all, despite his heat-roiling body odour.
After this many weeks here, I am so lonely for something of home.
~ Suzanne Harris
Suzanne Harris is a writer, editor and writing coach living […]
He is in his seventies, the Greek man who insists on climbing a fig tree
as nimbly as his goat negotiates the rocks, like some crazy teenager in love
to fetch ripe fruit for me. We eat together in the churchyard
he teaches me the words for earth, tree, joy,
God.
~ Suzanne Harris
Suzanne Harris is a writer, editor and […]
