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Life, Work and Play: Poems and Short Stories

Louiza Patsis, M.S.

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About the Book

This book contains treasured poetry and short stories written from when I was 18 to 32 years old.  Many were inspired by similar conditions that I have faced, such as searching for work.  None represent permanent opinions that I have, with the exception of a few works such as the last two poems.  All represent an exploration and inquiry on everything from what it means to be human to the intricacies of everyday experience.

About the Author

• Greek-American, born in Piraeus, Greece

• Parents fare rom Kefallonia, Greece.

• Came to New York City at two months old

• Live in Jamaica, Queens

• 1993 BA Chemistry NYU

• 1997 MS Biomedical Journalism NYU

• Full scholarship about $100,000 to NYU at 17 years old.

• Actress

• Personal Trainer

• Has volunteered at Amnesty International, Gay men’s Health Crisis, Pete’s Place, Partnership for the Homeless, Hillside Avenue Nursing Home, Ronald McDonald House, Greek Children’s Fund

• Read – write Greek and Spanish.

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I Dream of You
September 23, 1991

I dream of you
through scarlet dream-like
hazy
curtains of clouds.
You are coming near me.
The closer you are,
the stronger I feel
your merciless grip
tightening around my body,
my waist,
no, now, my neck.
Do you want to kill me?
It has been so long.
I never knew exactly
what I would do
if I’d see your face again.

Your face, your face,
I try to forget,
but it corners me again,
mercilessly,
and the closer you are,
the more I want to kiss you,
no, kill you,
I love you too much.
You encompass me,
my being,
and take me in
all, leaving me no freedom
to breathe
to be.

How can you be so cruel?

I dream of you,
I see you
in every word I write,
in every face I see.
You follow me
everywhere.

Shots of color,
burning bright,
striking ceaselessly,
one overpowering the other.
Bombs go off.
Then, nothing, white.

Wait.

And I see you,
coming closer,
encompassing me,
until you are me.

My warm young hand clutches the soft familiar covers.
One breath,
and in a moment,
I’m falling.

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