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Tag Archives: The Blindness of Life
Andreas Economakis
To A Deaf Person From A Blind Person I thought I needed to gesticulate loudly confusing my blindness with your deafness no matter how much I danced my suggestions fell on deaf eyes blind ears so I decided I’d sleep … Continue reading
Andreas Economakis
THE LETTER B when you find yourself avoiding the letter b in your address book when your heart feels a foot deep in heavy liquid you catch yourself alone on the couch unable to move on though its been 2 … Continue reading
Andreas Economakis
Blindness by Andreas Economakis (It must have happened while I was asleep.) I awake suddenly, short of breath and out of sorts. The dream I was having flutters away before I can grasp its meaning. I look around the dark … Continue reading
Andreas Economakis
Mean by Andreas Economakis I’m mean. I drop-kicked one stray cat, flipped off a dozen motorists in one ride, busted the tailight of a car, left garbage at the end of the Kalalau trail, pissed on the door of a … Continue reading
Andreas Economakis
A Strange Omen by Andreas Economakis I click the light on. The metal-caged light bulb sputters to life, scattering velvety brown moths into the musty darkness of the cement basement. The smell of petrol, rot, old magazines and damp dirt … Continue reading
Andreas Economakis
Camel Man and the Airline From Hell by Andreas Economakis Few things in life are worse than bad breath. Ever been trapped in a confined space with someone who has halitosis? I think jabbing a souvlaki stick under a fingernail … Continue reading
Andreas Economakis
“The Daze Of Old” by Andreas Economakis You turn yourself on. The images that pop out in front of you are colorful, ethereal. Your mind is fleeting, like the musical notes thumping out of your old Yamaha speakers, the ones … Continue reading
