- Athena Psyhogios (Henderson) Talks About the Escape Plan to Free Alekos Panagoulis This interview was granted to Demetra Giannopoulou-Gaitanou* for the Athens News Agency-Macedonia Press Agency (ANA–MPA) and was published by ANA-MPA on May 1, 2014, the anniversary of the death of Alekos Panagoulis in 1976. Translation by James C. Henderson orn on January 30, 1929 in Detroit, Michigan, USA, Athena Psyhogios returned to Greece in 1932 […]
- Hallucination HALLUCINATION by Athena M. Henderson Six ballerinas dance on the wall of my cell dance into my solitary confinement. Each has black hair pulled back, glossy. Each has fierce, brown eyes. The sashes around their waists are pink. White tulle flows around them as they pirouette across splashes of crimson, cobalt, and jade. Sitting on […]
- The Cell THE CELL by Athena M. Henderson I sit on a mattress crusted with dirt— a political prisoner in a cell two by three meters. The door opens and a plate of spaghetti with tomato sauce and vanilla pudding scrapes onto the floor.
- Corridors CORRIDORS by Athena M. Henderson When the corridors are empty you hear the piercing noise of the iron gates slam shut. The echo penetrates your soul. You sit in a tiny cell a single bed, a table, a chair— eating potatoes swimming in clear water. You eat because you are hungry. Babies cry as they […]
- Gnats GNATS by Athena M. Henderson The crown of my head touches the wall my toes touch the opposite wall as I lie on my grime-encrusted mattress. Gnats buzz about me and bite my arms, legs, stomach, face. My nails are full of blood from scratching. A soldier kicks my cell door and yells, “Don’t scratch.” […]