MARILENA ZACKHEOS: THE POET WITH THE LEATHER-CLAD VOICE
Every time I'd heard Marilena Zackheos perform her poetry in the past, I'd left with one thought in mind: I wish I had a book of her poems.
Now I have it. Sitting on my desk. CARMINE LULLABIES is the latest from a bookworm publication, a boutique indie publisher based in Nicosia.
The launch on Saturday night was a typically dark and spellbinding tour of hell—if hell were a bowl of chocolate-dipped cherries with bite marks and stiletto heels. Having listened to Zackheos perform a number of times, I can confirm once again that it pays to hear her do her stuff live. But if you can't, go to Solonion or Moufflon Bookstores and pick up a copy. While they last.