Poet of the Month

January: Rebecca Lowe (Wales).
February: Jim Gronvold (USA). 
March: Carolyn Mary Kleefeld (USA).
April: Tozan Alkan (Turkey).
May: Byron Beynon (Wales).
June: Michelle Chung (USA). 
July: Jim Gwyn (USA).
August: Jonathan Taylor (England).
September: Beata Poźniak (USA).
October: Maria Taylor (England).
November: Stanley H. Barkan (USA).
December: John Dotson (USA).

January: Maria Mastrioti (Greece).

February: Gayl Teller (USA).
March: Mike Jenkins (Wales).
April: Cassian Maria Spiridon (Romania).
May: Simon Fletcher (England)
June: Sultan Catto (USA)
July: Vojislav Deric (Australia)
August: K. S. Moore (Ireland)
September: Kristine Doll (USA)
October: Tammy Nuzzo-Morgan (USA)
November: Christopher Norris (Wales)
December: Maria Mazziotti Gillan (USA)

2023: Poets featured as Poet of the Month 

January: Samuel Ezra (Wales)
February: Tôpher Mills (Wales)
March: Rob Cullen (Wales)
April: Mandira Ghosh (India)
May: John Greening (England)
June: Rosy Wood-Bevan (Wales)
July: David Hughes (Wales)

2025: Poets featured as Poet of the Month 
January: Annest Gwilym (Wales)
February: Sam Smith (Wales)
March: Dave Lewis (Wales)
April: Scott Elder (France)
May: Angela Kosta (Italy)
June: Abeer Ameer (Wales)
July: Jenny Mitchell (England)
August: Sydney Lea (USA)
September: Richard Collins (USA)
October: Mark Lewis (Wales)
November: Robert Nisbet (Wales)
Clare E. Potter (Wales)

2026: Poets featured as Poet of the Month 
Rhoda Thomas (Wales)
Mike Everley (Wales)
Regina Resta (Italy)
Anna Lewis (England)
Carmella de Keyser (England)
 Mujë Buçpapaj (Albania)
Luis Benitez (Argentina)
David Annwn (England)
David Lloyd (USA)
Bilal Al Masri (Lebanon)

 

 

      NOVEMBER POET OF THE MONTH:
     Dimitris P. Kraniotis (Greece)

 Dimitris P. Kraniotis (c) 2026 Dimitris P. Kraniotis

Dimitris P. Kraniotis was born in 15 July 1966 in Larissa Prefecture (Greece) and grew up in Stomio (Larissa). He studied Medicine at the Aristotle University of Thessaloniki (Greece) and obtained a Master of Science (MSc) in Medicine at the University of Thessaly (Greece). He lives in Larissa (Greece) and works as a medical doctor (internal medicine specialist physician). He is the author of 12 poetry books in Greece and abroad. He has won many international awards for his poetry which has been translated into more than 40 languages and published in books, anthologies & magazines in many countries. He participated as guest poet in many International Poetry Festivals. He is Doctor of Literature, Academician, President Emeritus of the World Congress of Poets (UPLI), President of the 22nd World Congress of Poets (Greece 2011), President of the World Poets Society (WPS), Founder & Editor of the World Poets Magazine, Founder & Director of the Mediterranean Poetry Festival (Larissa, Greece), President of the Scientific Committee of the International Poetry Festival of Naoussa (Greece), Chairman of the Writers for Peace Committee of PEN Greece and Representative of PEN Greece in the Writers for Peace Committee of PEN International. His official website: https://www.dimitriskraniotis.com/

Minus one

 

I pulled the earth

To cover us

Just in case we might wear tonight

Disarming and bloodless

The words we spat out yesterday

Like seeds

 

But don't answer me hasty

Wait your turn

In line

I'm waiting for answers

From you and from me

Again and again

 

Up until yesterday

Until reaching the certain and unexpected

-1 of the elevator

Basement indefinitely

And inexorably with anger

(Which logic was rented

From my imagination tonight?)

 

But I don't want the mud

To ferment our bodies

Filling with minus one tomorrow

Roots of lotus and myths


Janus

 

Our neighborhood

Is an apartment building now

The elevator stuck

Between penthouse

And sky

 

And we in it

Squashed in comfortably

Breathless

(And without reception

On our cell phone)

 

On the verge of an escape

From the “savoir vivre”

Ready for a long time now

For escapades

(When did we actually

Fall in love?)

 

At the peak

Of suspended steps

In the basement

Of Janus semi-dilemmas


The red poem

 

I painted red

The sky

Days that I lost myself

And denied myself

Laughing without reason

I lived those

 

I painted red

The water

I drowned in tears

And saved me

Forgetting my guilt

I cheated myself

 

I painted red

This poem

With words I erased myself

And resurrected myself

Writing in blood

I avenged myself


Tie of public decency

 

I began to strip off

My clothing

Till I remained naked

In the middle of nowhere

 

Shouting

In a unknown tongue

(One way or another,

Who would have understood me?)

 

Yet they didn’t arrest me

For violation of public decency

 

To stop the shouts

They treated me to absinthe

And dressed me to the hilt

But my shoe-laces

Didn’t coordinate

With their tie

 

I didn’t leave any change

For a gratuity

I didn’t fall diagonally


In a flash

 

You violated the borders

Which buried

Their “know thyself”

 

You destroyed prisons

Behind curtains

Turned ablaze by

The spark of your anger

 

Without cries

Without whispers

In a flash

That simple it was

You gave birth to light

 

When you embraced

What isn’t told

(Although written)

In darkness.


Moving

 

We ’re naked now

We donned the colors

Undressed words and voices

 

We ’re blind now

We drank the light

Swam in death

 

With alcohol and tobacco

In our luggage

We testified falsely

Forgetting who we are

 

We built our life

On a bird

And we flew again

Simply we moved


First recitation

 

I shouted 

On and on

Throwing

Euphemistic whispers

On the floor

 

Hanging verses

On the wall

With syllables like nails

That until now

I was afraid to write

 

In beds like prisons

That until now

I’ve been burning to enter

To listen at

What I wrote

When I was absent


Courtyard without silences

 

The flower pot broke

With the silences

Our courtyard has grown

 

The last night was lost in the weeds  

The garden filled with gods

And the cry blossomed tonight

All alone she can no longer remember

 

If the darkness has illuminated

Weaving illusions

If the sun was trapped

In roots of Erinyes


Puzzle

 

Being born in the forest

From water and soil 

Becoming a tree

Scattering the leaves

 

Floating unholy

Like a puzzle in the air

To be eaten by birds

As wrinkles with color

 

Seeking

With “Silver Alert”

Without a name

Myself


Blast furnace

 

Early ash

Of the blast furnace

Thrown into the sea

Like another emigration

Of our fate

 

The uncertain

Of our will

And the impassable

Of our morality

 

Every morning

That we mourn dreams

Every night

That we offer promises


All weather

 

I have time to go

But I’m enduring

When I pruned

A little money

For breakfast

Of recreation

 

In vain I interrupt

My train of thought

With “time-out”

And carelessly

I reap the time

 

With penalties

All weather

I am demystifying it


Losses

 

You left a post-it

With a footnote

Your real face

Full of wrinkles

No smile

 

With countless losses

To set mines to expressions

In a pretense of happiness

 

It’s still

Stuck there

Since I froze

Before I could

To open the fridge


All poems (c) 2026 Dimitris P. Kraniotis