Flamenco - a poem by Chris Zachariou

wild black curls

The gypsy girl
with wild black curls
dances with the moon
in the town square.

Iva's song - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A Muse in 'Iva's Song'

our first days on earth:

the taste of apples
in the newborn spring,

her verses
—the i's and the you's in love—
hibiscus blossom from her garden