• 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 […] One response 14 min read July 12, 2014
  • Ditched on the Road to Progress DITCHED ON THE ROAD TO PROGRESS by Carol Benedict knew the risks. I knew my name would be smeared, that I would be blamed for it. I knew the minute the investigator leaned across the desk and asked, “What were you wearing?” But I reported my rape anyway. That was in 1977. That was when […] No responses 7 min read February 1, 2013
  • Emma Lazarus and the Politics of Poetry EMMA LAZARUS AND THE POLITICS OF POETRY by James C. Henderson ark Strand and Eavan Boland, in their book, The Making of a Poem: A Norton Anthology of Poetic Forms, say that the sonnet is a poetic form that features “one strong opening statement of eight lines” and then poses an “emotional or intellectual question” […] No responses 11 min read October 9, 2012
  • Occupy Baby OCCUPY BABY by Athena M. Henderson When I meet people and talk to them about Occupy, many of them have not heard of Occupy. I am shocked by this after all the media coverage Occupy received last fall when Occupy Wall Street took over Zuccotti Park in New York City and other Occupies camped out […] No responses 5 min read October 5, 2012
  • 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 […] No responses 0 min read July 3, 2012
  • 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.” […] No responses 1 min read July 2, 2012