POETRY & LITERATURE

  by Denis Dinopoulos I feel so plundered you said, my eyes it’s as if  suddenly they don’t belong to

   by Dennis Dinopoulos* Where was I walking to? Where was I running to in these wide and sprawling streets?  The night

Poem by Dennis Dinopoulos   It has five strings, but there are no grooves,nor incisions on the ‘Sarood’ to guide

Poem by Dennis Dinopoulos The British had left them hidden, grateful to the thick jungle, relieved that it had entwined

Poem by Dennis Dinopoulos  By the Hoogly River at  the Flower Market, it was one long Oh! The colours poignant

Poem by Dennis Dinopoulos Under peeled skin this substance of life, this elongated voice crying out to the heard in