A poem about people helping people — Why did the Haitian earthquake break Open the desolate cry? An early claim that sealed man’s fate Those lives flew quickly by. The window of your soul does show Hope dancing in your eyes Kind acts and gentle deeds thus flow Amidst these troubling times…

A poem about peace — So let the music begin. Smooth and sweet, Like maple syrup, this flowing stream of notes. To nudge the effervescent corners of my mouth, To smile in recognition at the piano’s plucked heartstrings. That which hovers around the room sinks its echoes into the Crevices of…

Welcome to my world! I was born in Piraeus, Greece, and immigrated to Cleveland, Ohio, when I was four years old. I enjoyed attending school and playing viola in the school orchestra. …

I have been swamped lately and have not been on Medium as I was in the previous months. The reason? I worked diligently on my dissertation, passing it through quality review and final edits. It had taken over a year to work on the research and write the dissertation. …

A poem about Love — The music begins, soft and rhythmic You lead me to the dance floor We move to and fro, to and fro Making promises of ocean waves Sunlit skies and star-lit nights. We turn and whirl, we move together Our love grows deeper with each step We move…

A poem — Idealism, like ice cream, drips when unveiled. Mocking our attempts to mimic its author, it floats like a free spirit always out of reach. Patty Apostolides Originally published in Candlelit Journey: Poetry from the Heart Do you ever feel like the dreams and ideals in your head…

A Mother’s Day poem — When I was a child, I remember your silent prayers As you stood above my bed, Followed by your kiss on my forehead As I dozed off, feeling loved, While the night blew misty dreams Upon my closed eyelids. When I was a young woman Mornings…

A poem about a spiritual dream — — A lightning bolt sears through The canvas of my dream A thousand flames it drew To seek its endless seam. A hand bursts through the flames Unwraps its fisted stance Its fingertip sets claim Upon my soul perchance. The master painter strokes Across my pale forehead A cross, a sign that yokes Me…

Easter meal ruined by exploding Pyrex dish — Today, as Orthodox Christians, we celebrated Easter. The night before, we brought the candle from church and sang “Christos Anesti” (Christ is Risen) as we entered the house. …