Author Archives: Becky Sakellariou

Becky Dennison Sakellariou was born and reared in New England, but has lived all of her adult life in Greece. Of late, she has been “making her way home” to New Hampshire, where she now spends half of every year. Writing since she was seven, Sakellariou has published poetry in a wide variety of journals. Sakellariou has written and published poetry for many years; her chapbook, The Importance of Bone, won first prize in the Blue Light Press (San Francisco) competition of 2005 and her full-length book, Earth Listening, was published in 2010 by Hobblebush Books of Brookline, NH. In 2013, Finishing Line Press (Tennessee) brought out her chapbook, What Shall I Cry?, which was followed by a two-year long collaboration with Greek poet, Maria Laina, for The Possibility of Red/Η Πιθανοτιτα του Κοκκινου, a bilingual edition of eleven of her poems, also published by Hobblebush Books. In 2015, Passager Books (Baltimore) brought out her art/poetry book, Gathering the Soft, a meditation on cancer illustrated by Tandy Zorba. Sakellariou’s latest book, No Foothold in this Geography, is a collection of the last five years of her work. Sakellariou has won a number of prizes from individual journals and has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Anthology. “At present,” she says, “I am madly in love with my three grandchildren; you can find me either in Peterborough, New Hampshire, where I am endlessly amazed by the clouds, the snow, the trees, and the power of memory; or in Euboia, Greece, where I putter around my one acre amongst the olive, fig, almond, pomegranate, lemon, apricot, and eucalyptus trees, drawn by the senses and the mystery of place.”For a compelling introduction to Sakellariou's work, read her blog entry at "Off the Margins."

“The Almond Tree Song,” By Becky Dennison Sakellariou

“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 Words Go  By Becky Dennison Sakellariou ATHENS Greece—(Weekly Hubris)—November 2019—Poet Becky Dennison Sakellariou was born and reared in New England, but has […]

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A Long Time the Place Was Empty

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 with you, the place where my hand might rest between your ribs collapses slightly as you curl up to sleep. The skin […]

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A Long Finish of Fruit

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, illustrate one of the areas where I move with EXTREME caution when writing with a setting in Greece: it is so easy […]

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A Woman Prepares Herself for the Day

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 […]

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Compost

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 […]

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The Almond Tree Song

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 […]

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The Morning Before He Died

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 […]

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Pushing a Sofa up Mt. Everest

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 […]

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I Must Go Now

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 […]

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Only a Mile Further On

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 […]

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