Hubris
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Objets du Coeur
“When my mother passed 22 years ago, my siblings weren’t interested in most of her possessions (just as today, I’m told, many children don’t really want their parents’ old photos and dishes). But…
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Permanently Smitten: Love
“Over the years, she and I have evolved a bilingual departure ceremony: as I kiss her goodbye, I say, ‘Juice’ (an anglicized variation on the German Tschüs or ‘bye’), and she says, ‘Luba du,’ or, ‘Lova…
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The Poetry of Adrienne Burris
“I want to tell both wolves that one year ago,/my brother died in the middle of the night./Died suddenly and alone, so this freefall, over/the edge with breath-catching, body strapped/floating over steel beams,…
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The Sifnos Monster
“Stellios, owner of the local ice-cream shop as well as the only Greek taverna in Iceland, poked fun and teased us about the Sifnos Monster, but it became apparent that it was bothering…
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Desperately Seeking Ketamine No Longer
“The music hits me, while on ketamine, in ways I cannot predict, nor handle in the moment. Sometimes, for me, any input at all, and perhaps especially music, is too powerful a stimulus.…
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Santorini Felines
Out of Santorini By Doris Athanassakis Editor’s Note: This portfolio of eleven Black & White images comprised the second collection of work by photographer Doris Athanassakis at Hubris, and first appeared here in May of…
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“That Tail is So Damn Fluffy!”
“Generally speaking, women seem to respond favorably to my drawings of their gender, as long as they believe it is a drawing of someone else and not of them. The one time I…
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My Two-Eclipse Summer
“There we were, a bunch of strangers in a random field, all facing the same direction as if we were sitting on the beach. But our heads were tipped back and we were…
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A Study in Rebellion: Antigone
“Antigone was a favorite play of ancient philosophers because it promotes debate (e.g. what is law, is Antigone as guilty of arrogant dogmatism as Creon, and how shall we think about the powerless?),…
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Thoughts on Self & War
“I know the terror of being torn away from people and places I love, time and again, and the anguish, shame and self-alienation that come from injuring others. Though I moved to Greece…