• Epistrophe

    “Greece is soaked with the blood of my forebears, with that final offering of their fierce love.”—Helen Noakes Waking Point By Helen Noakes “I felt this was my duty, my sole duty: to…

  • Ancestors

    “My parents, and their parents before them, were Greek. They were ‘Greeks of the Diaspora’ for four generations. Before that, the maternal side of my family had its roots in ‘Constantinopoli’ (modern-day Istanbul).…

  • Fright Night

    “I knew nothing about Halloween until we moved to the United States, and the whole business of dressing up in scary costumes to wander from door to door begging for candy seemed very…

  • Epiphany

    Waking Point “My determination was to find that elusive inner me, the one who roared like Shekmeht, the ancient Egyptian lion goddess, and glowed like Isis, whose name literally translates to ‘throne’ and…

  • Words & Our World

    Waking Point By Helen Noakes “I wonder at the detachment with which I watch these people plunder and destroy those weaker than themselves, along with their own souls. Oh, I speak up once…

  • Proofing Life

    “Life cannot be proofread/I tried/I failed/It almost killed me”—By Helen Noakes Waking Point By Helen Noakes “We cannot change anything unless we accept it.”—C. G. Jung, Modern Man in Search of a Soul…

  • Grave Goods

    “‘I’ll be damned if I let someone like him touch you,’ I muttered, and wondered at the vehemence of my fury. Lightly, I dug, feeling around her bones with fingers, soft brushes, dental…

  • Mythopoeia: Pragmatos & Psyche

    Waking Point By Helen Noakes “There’s no coming to consciousness without pain.”―C. G. Jung SAN FRANCISCO California—(Weekly Hubris)—1/13/2014—On the high plateaus of Epirus, where mountains rise above a river valley, lived a young…