Devourer of Ashes

  She burned in the fires that consumed Greece like a red-fanged tide. She went there to see Athens and her Acropolis. I always used to call her my Cassandra. Cassandra was the daughter of King Priam of Troy, she was cursed with the gift of prophecy. Why is that a curse? Because the gods…

7 Stories, 7 Cities

“What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters.”  Charles Baudelaire   Cities are sexy. They are man’s self-appointed eco-system. They overflow with life and no matter how much we complain about uneasy development and crane-clogged skylines, we have…

How Writing is a Journey

      Writing is about writers and readers going on a journey together. The journey is beautiful in and of itself. And there might not be an end. But what’s important is the reason why we’re journeying together. We’re on a journey to unravel our own individual purpose in life. Literature has replaced religion….

The Flowering of Cranes

  On the heights above the unending sprawl, a group of friends lay pillowed on the rocks. Five teenagers, aged between heaven and earth, watched the sunset with cloudy eyes. The waning sun shone over the horizon like a gem. The teenagers had wine and plastic cups in their bags. What could be better? A…

Auschwitz

  1   “Along the train tracks a group of Jewish boys were singing. It was magical. I hated them. How dare they let magic into this living hell? And then, I saw her. I saw the woman who would become my wife posing for a photo at the gates of Auschwitz.”   2  …

7 Reasons Why Writing is Art

  Why is writing an art form? It’s an intimate question that has permeated many of our subconscious thoughts. Unlike other art forms, people who are not authors or poets, frequently find themselves needing to write in their daily lives. We write emails, letters, cards, notes, assignments – the list goes on. We seldom find…

5 Steps to Being a Minimalist Writer

  The days of Marcel Proust are over. Writing single sentences that stretch out to 600 words won’t impress anyone. As Hemingway famously replied to Faulkner’s accusation that he didn’t know how to use big words: “Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?” I certainly don’t think so. Hemingway was…

In Bed with the Miraculous

  The plane leaves the airport and climbs into the sky. Before long, you’re imitating lightning and coursing through the clouds – the wrong way. When you’re above the clouds, you’ve left the stratosphere of human imagination. This is the mysterious territory of the gods; beyond Olympus and the throne of God. You are their…

Before Emigration

      September 1964, a week before Independence     The summer was bright over the rocks and the sea. A seagull dived into the water. A young boy watched it and thought of German bombers diving over ships and cities during the war. He was young and he wanted to jump into the…

Never Forget Hope

  Zeus was an old man. Still a god but not the indestructible lord everyone on Olympus and on earth thought he was. It happened all of a sudden. Last year, as he travelled to one of his temples in Sicily, Zeus passed out. His son, Apollo, the god of music, truth and most importantly,…