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A Partial History
VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras “A Partial History” Light. The hard dirt floor my mother waits on the midwife knows her time has come, this time there is no other time. * Moving, I…
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Two Poems from the Greek Underground
VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras “Site” the white moss- covered wall spotted with red poppies and what we gather are bullet holes. “Reprisals” You’ll find that many of your compatriots have already bought property…
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Seeing The Light In America & Letter To A Kindred Soul
VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras “Thomas Alva Edison, 1949” kai eipen ho Theos genēthētō phōs kai egeneto phōs* I knew who Thomas Alva was by heart; he was always twenty-five, suspended over my bed…
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Billy Gets Them Kids (And The Teach) “Ejucated”
VazamBam By Vassilis Zambaras “Pandemonium” I thought I’d seen it all before That spring day that spirited, frisky Kid frolicked into school on all fours, Gamboling through the halls Of knowledge, all hell…
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Life Studies
VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras “Hunchback Dwarf at the Market” Rides by On her custom Scaled-down Bicycle, Ignores our questioning Glances And pauses before A stall Full of fresh green leafy vegetables, To show…
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“A Kennel Full Of Goddamn Wonderful Doggerel”
VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras “Supplicant” High above the ruins Of Ancient Messene And below the lone village restaurant, There is a haggard dog chained To a large, earthenware jar. His view of this…
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“Alexander/Alexandra Meets Diogenes Going To The Dogs”
VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras gone to the dogs all right and cynical a cur as any he knew this purebred jackanapes blocking his sun light would soon find his ass jumping through hoops…
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“Tin, Pannier Alley”
VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras “Small Street Song” Below me, the tin- smith bangs his hammer, the old man sells grapes, sweet he says, try some, you’ll see sunshine! his donkey sways in time…
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“Window On A World”
VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras “Witness” The ancient house emptied, Shuttered against the light; On the wallpapered wall Of the study, The gilt-edged portrait Of the dutiful young wife; To the right of the…
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“Trashing The Idyllic”
VazamBam by Vassilis Zambaras “Idyll” Coming upon That cane-wielding halting White-haired farmer’s wife, We cannot help But hear Insistent yelping and wonder where Until we spot that bag She’s clutching, bursting With new-born…