ELENA MOSCHIDI — JOURNALIST & AUTHOR

Writing as
inquiry.

Reporting, literature and the essay. A journey through people, places and the less visible dimensions of life.

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FIELD NOTES / 1995 — TODAY
MOSCHIDI
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ATHENS · GREECE
01 / A PERSONAL ARCHIVE
Elena MoschidiELENA MOSCHIDI · ATHENS
01 / ABOUT

Where journalism meets literature.

Elena Moschidi is an Athens-based independent journalist and author. Working in the magazine and Sunday press since 1995, she has undertaken reporting assignments and interviews in Greece and abroad. Her work explores social and sociopolitical questions, people whose lives are often overlooked, and the intersections of history, identity and everyday experience. She is the author of four books spanning investigative reportage and the literary essay.

02 / BOOKS

The books.

Four approaches to human experience — from field research to the exploration of creativity.

Creativity: From Pan to Eros
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Creativity: From Pan to Eros

Publisher: Kondyli Editions · 2025

A hybrid literary essay on the creative act, weaving personal inquiry with imagined encounters with artists and thinkers.

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Preface — Precious Stones Amidst Oblivion

Nothing dies when the shape of its spirit is given to granite, to sandstone, to canvas, to paper, when it is able to hew its impression on a substance other than itself, on stone, bronze, wood, the memory of generations, the paper that is rewritten, the book that is imprinted and transmits from century to century the heroic voice and the hymns assumed the immortality that will last as long as the forms in which our world has survived, allowing us to define it and to define with them our own self.

Elie Faure, History of Art

In our trackless and frequently tumultuous world, sometimes bright, more often wounded, the act of creation, should we allow it to awake from our oblivion, acts by unseating our entrenched Ego.

Its effect springs from a cry for self-expression and connection, and at the same time from a paradoxically deafening silence, which is ever-present, one way or another.

There are people that never experience it. Others gaze at it from afar with terror and turn their backs to it. Many, though, seize it and then diamonds are formed—who knows where they come from—whose radiance throws its blissful light in the deepest reaches of their souls. Alleviating, for a while, the fear of death, does not grant immortality, but flowers are born, which with their fragrance touch wounds and turn them into shards, so that new foundations may form.

The act of creation obviously takes place in a timeless realm, where, yes, immortality is granted for a little while and miracles are real.

Driven by my own personal anguish when faced with a period fallow, devoid of creativity, and desiring nothing more than to comprehend this elusive, chaotic, and inexplicable phenomenon, creativity’s potential, I studied the books of creators, philosophers, researchers, those who left their mark on the world, whose work continues to comfort us and enchant us all during this time of great upheaval and transformation in art, self-expression, and communication, in the spent romanticism and the decline of love.

I allowed myself to travel with the mind and to create imaginary meetings with creators who have inspired me, with whom I am in dialogue anyway: Charles Bukowski, Oscar Wilde, Johann Sebastian Bach, Amadeus Mozart, and others. These conversations are entirely true, since they reveal the reality that these creators themselves, along with their chroniclers, put down on paper, discussing creativity, art, inspiration, and freedom.

The act of creation isn’t a privilege reserved for artists, it belongs to every one of us and has to do with the way we act in our everyday lives no matter what we do, if we do it with love.

These notes focus also on the importance of “play” and everything else that is included in this activity—as the pinnacle of creativity, as a way of life—which, as we grow older, is suppressed by a social and educational system which, implicitly, forces a child to adopt ideas based on reason, not on the needs of its own heart.

My Beloved Bordello: The “Slaves” of the Sacred
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My Beloved Bordello: The “Slaves” of the Sacred

Publisher: Jemma Press · 2020

Five years of research and field reporting into the world of prostitution. With visual artist Elena Navrozidou.

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Preface — Exploring a Mysterious World

The world of prostitution. Murky. More often still, it is dark and mysterious. Inexhaustible and turbulent. A setting which is quite sincere in its own lies.

What does a man look for in a prostitute? What drives a woman to sell her body for sex? What do they have in common? What are the beginnings of the history of prostitution?

After five years of research and on-site reporting, aided by the works of historians and masters of literature, my goal was to enter the “inner sanctum” of prostitutes and their clients. This book does not touch upon the subjects of trafficking, neither that of addicted women who resort to prostitution.

I first thought about writing this book in February 2013 along with my friend Elena Navrozidou, a visual artist, whose work sketches out the woman of love, Aphrodite, Ishtar, but also the woman of the baroque period as well as the women doing sex work today.

We wanted to marry art with research, so we dared to start our long and arduous journey in the world of prostitution by investing the necessary time in order to form a fundamental and comprehensive picture.

With the help of Tina, a Romanian prostitute and a key figure in the book, we are trying to look as lucidly as possible behind the “red curtain” of the brothel as well as that of the soul, both of the client’s and the prostitute’s. I am looking for them both. Their impassable landscape. I want to go down deep, under the surface. Beyond the obvious. Behind every word and gaze.

A prostitute and a man. In a shared space—the bed—each bringing their own differences. In essence, though, maybe through this purchased embrace they both find some relief from the onslaught of their own demons and obsessions. Of their fears and insecurities. Whatever the case, even the most morbid love is looking for a way to manifest itself. The fantasies desire to be realized. Lusts touch upon madness and also heal it. And sorrow, as an epilogue, crowns the subjugated needs and weaknesses of the robust and socially respectable.

All that is forbidden is allowed in the brothel. In the studio. In the bordello. There is sincerity in the notional setting of prostitution, while at the same time many sexual taboos and inhibitions are suppressed on the beds of many couples. What do men have to say on the subject? What are they asking from their partner that they are not getting? Or is it that some of them don’t even dare to ask?

What does contemporary psychoanalytic theory and social anthropology have to say about prostitution and sexuality? About the power of sexual lust and, conversely, about the war that religion wages against it?

The violence and nocturnal journeys in the whoreworlds of past and present are revealed both by reportage as well by the works of enlightened minds, contemporary as well as historical.

This book, My Beloved Bordello, the “Slaves” of the Temple doesn’t stop at contemporary times. It examines the history of prostitution—the sacred brothels, the haiteras of Ancient Greece, Egypt, and Mesopotamia—and every other culture they flourished in. Also, the book delves into the murky depths of contemporary sex for sale to find something of the old whorish lyricism by comparing then and now, it dives into the texts of restless spirits, the writers and the poets, who were in love with the mystical demimonde of their own time.

In love with the mysterious and idealized, for them, woman prostitute...

Thrace: So Close, So Far — Its Muslim World
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Thrace: So Close, So Far — Its Muslim World

Publisher: Kastaniotis Editions · 2010 · Photographs: Pepi Loulakaki

A reported and photographic journey through the Muslim communities of Greek Thrace.

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Preface

We began this journey on our own initiative and, with the advantage of being women, dared to break through the barriers of Muslim society in Thrace. In this way, we managed to gain the minority’s trust and come to know its tightly sealed world.

With inexhaustible patience and persistence, for two years (2008–2010), and equipped with our journalistic experience of Islamic culture, we entered Muslim homes and became participants in their lives. We lived with them and shared their anxieties and dreams. We encountered the contradictory reality of the minorities: Pomaks, people of Turkish origin, and Roma. We also discovered another minority, almost entirely unknown to the wider public: Sudanese Africans, whose ancestors came to our country as slaves during Ottoman rule.

We photographed contemporary Muslim women in personal moments; children and young people at school and at leisure; and work in tobacco, an occupation moving toward its decline. We managed to obtain a months-long permit from the Ministry of Education to enter minority schools. There we encountered serious problems in education—the source of many of this society’s problems. We listened to Muslim Greek citizens reveal the pressing issues affecting their social and political lives.

Our aim, through this photographic volume based on journalistic research, is to present to the rest of Greece the unknown world of Greek Thrace: a beautiful part of the country about which there is ignorance and indifference. No comparable undertaking has been carried out to date, and it is absent from Greek bibliography.

The research for this book was extensive, but because of limited space it was not possible to include all the people and issues concerning the minorities of Thrace. May it serve as a starting point for further engagement with the subject…

Elena Moschidi – Pepi Loulakaki

Freelancer: The Last Practitioners of Journalism
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Freelancer: The Last Practitioners of Journalism

Publisher: Flippress Editions · 2018

Ten reporting assignments and the stories behind how they were researched and produced.

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Preface

Many times friends have asked me to describe how I organized a report and what story lies behind it. Above all, how all this can be achieved through independent journalism—freelancing. Their curiosity is justified, since the “making of” of a story is rarely published; only the result, the final report, reaches the reader. Until recently, freelancing was a largely unfamiliar term in Greece, unlike abroad. The reasons are varied.

At the same time, I often find myself confronted with people who, through lack of knowledge, mythologize the reporter’s profession and surround it with awe—war correspondents excluded, because of the great danger inherent in their role. When I hear, “You’re lucky. You travel and get to know the world…” or “You have fun working and you get paid for it…”, I always find myself responding in the same way: inwardly, with a long, tight smile and a nervous flutter of the eyelids…

Yes, but. Because the real story—the backstage story behind a published piece—is a very long way from the impression and image a reader has. Reporting for the printed press, as for all media, is hard work and, in Greece, poorly paid as well. When it comes to independent journalism, matters become even more complicated.

Freelancing was once practised by choice and by a very small number of journalists (we are not referring to photojournalists). Today, unfortunately, it is often practised out of necessity because of the country’s severe economic hardship, particularly in the press. The reporting process for an independent journalist, from the conception and birth of an idea to its execution and publication, is therefore often a difficult course filled with reefs and obstacles.

In the name of the positive rewards of the work, the security and stability of permanent employment are sacrificed, while the hardship of repeated travel and its difficulties are chosen instead. Among the rewards are the freelancer’s encounter with cultures and foreign ways of life, the experience and adventure of an assignment, the relationship with each photographer, and, most importantly, the reporter’s freedom to pursue the stories they believe in and to reject—when they are proposed—stories that conflict with their principles.

The purpose of this book is, indirectly, to act as a lifeline for young people in the media at a time when they are being called upon to seek new paths and means of expression and to learn, willingly or not, to function as freelancers. It is a role in which, to work creatively and productively, one needs the appropriate background, knowledge and considerable courage. The book also informs readers and answers questions about how a story is produced, since they usually know only its final result: the published article, not the backstage work.

For this book I selected ten reporting assignments distinguished by the timelessness of their subject matter—they remain topical and widely discussed to this day—while also revealing the adventure of the journey and the adventure of their own production.

Elena Moschidi

03 / JOURNALISM

An archive of journeys.

A selection from approximately 120 reports produced over the course of my journalistic career. The works presented here are examples of my reporting, interviews and travel writing—not a complete bibliography.

REPORTING

Field reports

18 entries
CONVERSATIONS

Interviews

13 entries
CULTURE

Arts & society

6 entries
DESTINATIONS

Travel writing

6 entries

A selection of 44 works from approximately 120 reports.

The Kurdish Question Beyond Politics

Turkey

Stories of Turkish and Kurdish people reveal the human dimension of a long-running conflict.

Published in: Kapa magazine supplement, Kathimerini Sunday edition

Fatih: Into Istanbul’s Islamic Heart

Istanbul, Turkey

A journey through Fatih, the historic district within Istanbul’s Byzantine walls and a centre of Ottoman life.

Published in: Kapa magazine supplement, Kathimerini Sunday edition

Nuclear Nightmare at Akkuyu

Turkey

A field report on plans for a nuclear power station in southeastern Turkey and the concerns of local residents.

Published in: Epsilon magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia Sunday edition

Children Who Live in the Dark

Romania

Reporting on children living alone in underground shafts in Bucharest, amid rubbish and extreme deprivation.

Published in: Kapa magazine supplement, Kathimerini Sunday edition

The Balkans’ Chernobyl

Kozloduy, Bulgaria

A report on Bulgaria’s Kozloduy nuclear power station and concerns about its safety across the Balkans.

Published in: Epsilon magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia Sunday edition

Where the Heart of the S-300 Beats

Russia

A visit to the factory producing the S-300 missile system and a portrait of its working conditions.

Published in: Epsilon magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia Sunday edition

The Allure of the Palestinian Bourgeoisie

Ramallah, Palestine

A look at affluent society emerging in Ramallah, its houses, cars and privileged way of life.

Published in: Epsilon magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia Sunday edition

Schools for ‘Bad’ Children

Germany

A report on Germany’s special schools and children who do not fit prevailing cultural expectations.

Published in: Epsilon magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia Sunday edition

A Neighbourhood Called Heroin

Portugal

Inside Casal Ventoso in Lisbon, where drug dealing had come to define an entire neighbourhood.

Published in: Epsilon magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia Sunday edition

Kibbutzim

Israel

A journey into the collective communities founded by utopian socialists and their place in Israeli society.

Published in: Epsilon magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia Sunday edition

The Turkish Think Tank

How Turkish analysts examine Greek–Turkish relations and seek to influence public debate.

Published in: Epsilon magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia Sunday edition

How Ankara Sees Us

Turkey

A report on Turkish newspaper commentators and the views they convey to their readers.

Published in: Vimagazino magazine supplement, To Vima Sunday edition

‘The Bad Days Between Us Are Over’

Turkey

Turkish journalist Mehmet Ali Birand discusses Greek–Turkish relations.

Published in: Epsilon magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia Sunday edition

Pens in Erbakan’s Nostril

Turkey

The cartoonists of the Turkish satirical magazine Leman navigate a difficult media environment through humour.

Published in: Epsilon magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia Sunday edition

Mehmet Öcalan: ‘Save the PKK Leader Now’

Turkey

An interview with the brother of Abdullah Öcalan.

Published in: Eleftherotypia Sunday edition

Istanbul Through Ara Güler’s Lens

Turkey

The photographer speaks ahead of a major retrospective of his work.

Published in: Kapa magazine supplement, Kathimerini Sunday edition

From Turkey with Love…

Turkey

Conversations with Turkish writers Orhan Türker, Ahmet Altan and Ahmet Ümit.

Published in: Epsilon magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia Sunday edition

The ‘Divided’ Queen

Turkey

Contrasting faces of Istanbul, from traditional neighbourhoods to its cosmopolitan urban culture.

Published in: Vimagazino magazine supplement, To Vima Sunday edition

Akın Birdal: ‘The West Wants Good Relations with Turkey’

Turkey

An interview with the president of the Human Rights Association.

Published in: Eleftherotypia Sunday edition

Yaşar Kemal: ‘I Am More Greek Than Kazantzakis’

Turkey

The writer reflects on his Kurdish roots, Turkish language and literary affinities.

Published in: Epsilon magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia Sunday edition

The Turkish Cypriots Denktash Fears

Northern Cyprus

A poet, a publisher and an academic speak about life and dissent in northern Cyprus.

Published in: Kapa magazine supplement, Kathimerini Sunday edition

Yalçın Sabancı: Turkish Shipowner

Turkey

A conversation with Turkish shipping entrepreneur Yalçın Sabancı.

Published in: Efoplistis monthly magazine

Rahmi Koç: Inside the Mind of Turkey’s Wealthiest Man

Turkey

An interview with the head of a major Turkish business group in Istanbul.

Published in: Kapa magazine supplement, Kathimerini Sunday edition

The Children of Two Homelands

Greece

Children born in one country and raised in another negotiate their ties to both homelands.

Published in: Vimagazino magazine supplement, To Vima Sunday edition

The Other Alexes

Greece

A report on missing children in Greece and the families awaiting their return.

Published in: Kapa magazine supplement, Kathimerini Sunday edition

Addicted to Gambling

Greece

Stories of people struggling with gambling dependence in Greece.

Published in: Kapa magazine supplement, Kathimerini Sunday edition

Inside Komotini’s Islamic Schools

Western Thrace, Greece

A visit to schools where Arabic books and the Greek and Turkish languages coexist.

Published in: Tachydromos magazine supplement, Ta Nea

Ilias Petropoulos: ‘The Right Treated Me with Great Courtesy’

France

A conversation with the unconventional Greek writer and cultural observer.

Published in: Epsilon magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia Sunday edition

Rıdvan Akar: ‘Reporting on the Aegean Makes You a Star’

Turkey

A Turkish journalist discusses reporting on Greek–Turkish tensions.

Published in: Epsilon magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia Sunday edition

Heinrich Hannover: ‘Involvement with the RAF Came at a Price’

Germany

The German lawyer reflects on the Red Army Faction and its legal history.

Published in: Epsilon magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia Sunday edition

Dimitris Yeros: ‘The Arts Are for the Few’

Greece

An interview with the much-discussed artist about his work and the art world.

Published in: Epsilon magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia Sunday edition

Art Therapy: ‘When I Paint, I Find Peace’

Greece

A report on an art-therapy programme at a psychiatric clinic in Kozani.

Published in: Kapa magazine supplement, Kathimerini Sunday edition

Atelier: A Hermitage for Painters

Greece

Inside a quiet refuge where painters work amid colour and imagination.

Published in: AN magazine supplement, Apogevmatini Sunday edition

Set Design: The Silent ‘Protagonist’

Greece

Five artists discuss stage design, illusion and the truths of theatre.

Published in: Epsilon magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia Sunday edition

‘The Art of Living at Krishnamurti’s School’

England

A visit to a school outside London founded by philosopher Jiddu Krishnamurti.

Published in: Prime monthly magazine

Art Through the Eyes of the Soul

Greece

An exhibition at the Vorres Museum presents work created through a sustained visual-art programme.

The Magical World of Ruins

Greece

A reflection on abandoned buildings as traces of lives and the passage of time.

Published in: Epsilon magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia Sunday edition

Yvoire: A Jewel of a Village

France

A visit to the carefully preserved French village on the shores of Lake Geneva.

Published in: Taxidia magazine supplement, Kathimerini

Melnik: Bulgaria’s Meteora

Bulgaria

A journey among the striking sandy hills surrounding historic Melnik.

Published in: Geotropio magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia

Schinoussa: For Modern-Day Pirates

Greece

An island portrait of Cycladic colours, nature and former pirate hideouts.

Published in: Geotropio magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia

Cyprus: The Castles of the Pentadaktylos

Northern Cyprus

Exploring the castles of the Pentadaktylos mountains following the opening of crossings in 2003.

Published in: Geotropio magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia

Beaufort: ‘Emperor of Gruyère’

France

A visit to the small French Alpine village known for its cheese and mountain setting.

Published in: Geotropio magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia

Megève: The Village of Flowers

France

A travel portrait of Megève and the flowers adorning its streets.

Published in: Geotropio magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia

Tenerife — A 12-Million-Year-Old Paradise

Tenerife

Seven volcanic islands make up the Canary archipelago, an extension of the African continent: La Palma, La Gomera, El Hierro, Gran Canaria, Fuerteventura, Lanzarote and, of course, the largest of them all, Tenerife.

Published in: Geotropio magazine supplement, Eleftherotypia
04 / LITERARY WORK

Mandragoras · Poetry & Prose

Published prose and poetry in the literary and poetry magazine Mandragoras.

MANDRAGORAS · ISSUE 69

Twenty Years Since the Death of the Writer Ilias Petropoulos

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26 June 1928. On this day you were born, yet you never truly “died”.

My dear Ilias, one evening the telephone rings and I am asked to write about you for a tribute in the magazine Mandragoras, marking twenty years since your death.

This:

Twenty years… How did they pass, Ilias?

And how can I describe the indescribable when it comes to you, Ilias? I envy your generation. I told you once. In my youth I listened ravenously to stories of love and deep friendship. From you, from Pavlos and Giorgos. Rebels, each in his own way. A circle of romantic artists who savoured wholeheartedly whatever they created. Your stories then are memories for me now. Magical and consoling in an age parched of feeling. You did great things, unsettling everything around you. Above all, you, Ilias. A brave nature. A face like a blade, direct. Often cynical. “The breastplate of the hypersensitive,” you used to say. A tender heart. A slap in the face, and fury, before ignorance and every kind of shoddiness. Fortunately, you are not here to see the inertia flourishing before the establishment. Unfortunately, you are not here for the younger ones to draw from the light of your creativity. How does one drive away the gloom of inertia? How does one fight for change? You never grew old, Ilias. You never died. Time leaves no mark on souls that create without fear. They remain innocent and unharmed, like the souls of children. Like you. You still inspire me in my writing. I whisper to you, Ilias, because I know you would ask me: “Passion — nowhere. It has died.” And yet you are still “alive”.

Elena Moschidi · Mandragoras, issue 69

MANDRAGORAS · 18 JUNE 2026

Before the Name

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With such carefree abandon we splash through the white earth. You, me, and our dog. We dance like sprites across a steppe stripped of colour, yet filled with an unseen life that needs no name in order to exist.

I heard it. I saw it — just now.

We sing as we fashion balls that seem made of cotton. We play at war and chase one another, drunk on carefreeness. Our echo returns, whispering something. I cannot understand it.

We are like children. Unsuspecting of what is to come. Innocence shining in the white. Diamonds spill all around us into the desolation of the landscape. And a silent refusal to name what I was taught from childhood “to call” by name.

I do not judge. I do not comment. I am not afraid of this deafening silence.

And the three of us go on sinking into the impenetrable, fathomless, soft layer. A boundless, nameless landscape. We whirl around ourselves like dervishes in revolt. As though there were no tomorrow.

“Thoughts are being crushed,” I tell you, but you do not hear.

I tend my wounds inside the whitish flesh of the place. Its touch is warm and heartfelt. I dive deeper still, but in this descent I cannot see you anywhere.

I hear you only from beyond, calling out to me: “You’ll freeze, my love! You’ll die!”

Warmth enfolds every trace of rough ground my life has crossed. And you did not feel the same.

I heard you crying because you were trembling with cold. But I felt no cold — and I could not understand what you were saying.

Alone, wrapped beneath the pure white sheet, I call you back into our intoxicating game. To sink together into this one precious embrace.

You resist.

Then I shout to you with all my strength — and my heart trembles. We shout together. Even the stones must have heard us.

I told you: you see with eyes that have learned to live in darkness.

MANDRAGORAS · 1 JUNE 2026

Four Poems

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In the Midst of Spring

I unmake the bed. You are absent, thankfully. You would hear even my thoughts. He sent me tumbling into a night. The devil — not you. Rigid on a snow-covered steppe. In vain I search for warmth. My thoughts, a home without doors or windows. Spring enters, and I summon winter. The butterflies of my heart have migrated. One icy gesture from you. One sharp word. One graceless movement. And all of it casts a shadow over the openness there once was, the sweet sorrow. How can the season change like this? The night is heavy. And amid the battle, how unjust — that love is not only body.

Longing

Its fire sometimes lulls bodies so they may rest. They say it cannot be endured for long. Its ending — terror within us. Now my hands open you completely. Every pore of you is drenched in it. Your sweat runs. Fire in my breast. Our mouths are sweet. It erupts within our orgasms. It asks us not to forget it. It will perish. The sheets are soaked with our fluids. At five in the morning I devour you ravenously. So I do not lose heart. So I do not strike it out of fear. It hears us. It smoulders. A breeze suddenly dries us. Bodies — desert. “Hold me tight,” it says. “I want to live.”

Hope

And how can I describe the indescribable? Your insides. Your depths. Your breath — defiance inside my mouth. I return it. An exchange of faith. Nipples springing up impatiently seek your hands. To converse. And how can I describe our scents? The fragrance of lust. But when did I live them? I do not remember… I spit into your mouth. So my secrets may be heard. Doubt in love kills and gives birth again. Kills and gives birth again. Until one day it fades. While our breaths remain — a tango of passion, two bodies turning as they disappear.

Wingbeats

In bed. Alone. I want deep sleep — without thought, without feeling. You are not here. You are in the sitting room. And I — split in two. I relish the severance. I hate it. I fear it. I did not even take off my underwear to sleep. As though I had never touched the day. I left you to one side — in a stillness that swallowed us. I breathe heavily. Eros — flutters around me. “Come in,” I tell him. “You’ll freeze.” He does not listen. He whirls. Laughs and leaves. I know. I want you inside me. Come in now. The door is open. Before I freeze and close it. And then — the mourning will be heavier than a dead body.

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05 / CONTACT

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