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Where Words Go  by Becky Dennison Sakellariou  ATHENS Greece—(Weekly Hubris)—2/20/12—Once I imagined a man sitting on the side of a bed in the morning watching a woman get ready for her day. This is the poem, in his voice.     A Woman Prepares Herself for the Day   He watches her, stunned at how [...]

Where Words Go  by Becky Dennison Sakellariou ATHENS Greece—(Weekly Hubris)—2/13/12—This poem was first published in the Atlanta Review in 2004. I wrote it when I first started living in Euboia, when I first discovered the earth and all the magical things one can do in it and with it. I had lots of help and [...]

Where Words Go  by Becky Dennison Sakellariou ATHENS Greece—(Weekly Hubris)—2/6/12—“Driving along once on some country road in Greece, I thought about how I would really like my death to be. And so the poem came . . . .” The Almond Tree Song When I know that I am to die, I will ask you [...]

Where Words Go by Becky Dennison Sakellariou PETERBOROUGH New Hampshire—(Weekly Hubris)—1/9/12—Michael Fakinos was a dear friend, colleague, therapist . . . and a wonderful, warm-hearted, intelligent man. He died, out of the blue, the summer of 2010, and I still miss him. One of those damned losses that is so hard to take in. I [...]

Where Words Go by Becky Dennison Sakellariou  PETERBOROUGH New Hampshire—(Weekly Hubris)—1/2/12—“Somehow, California and colonoscopies found each other in this poem, and then the sadness came, as it always seems to.”   “Pushing a Sofa up Mt. Everest”   From a dream by Mary Norbert Korte, poet, Mendocino, California   While waiting for the chicken to [...]

Where Words Go  by Becky Dennison Sakellariou PETERBOROUGH New Hampshire—(Weekly Hubris)—12/19/11—“Whenever it is time for me to leave a place, I don’t want to. But I am also happy to be where I am going. This poem speaks to that, written in early October this year when I was getting ready to leave Greece and [...]

Where Words Go by Becky Dennison Sakellariou PETERBOROUGH New Hampshire—(Weekly Hubris)—12/5/11—“The landscapes of my two worlds, the Mediterranean and New England, are often tangled up with each other, one might even say confused as to where they belong. This ‘mix’ appears frequently in my poems, so I just ‘walk it through.’”—BDS “Only a Mile Further [...]