“When I dive into the writing of a poem, I am entering an altered state, inhabiting a world of remembering, reimagining and reconstructing that can transcend the world that already exists. In order…

“The slow expansion of the crack in the ancient Rift Valley will tear away the Afar desert and the horn of Africa from the rest of the continent. That alone doesn’t make an…

“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 . . . .”—Becky Dennison Sakellariou Where…

Where Words Go by Becky Dennison Sakellariou  ATHENS Greece—(Weekly Hubris)—3/19/12—  Estranged . . . “A Long Time the Place Was Empty” from “Little Horse” by W.S. Merwin (The Carrier of Ladders) Tonight here…

Where Words Go by Becky Dennison Sakellariou ATHENS Greece—(Weekly Hubris)—3/5/12—After a visit to the Semeli vineyards, this poem seemed to want to emerge and be heard. And so it did. It does, however,…

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…

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…

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…

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,…

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…