Poetry. Thalia Kitrilakis's people are the land, her land the people. Not as fantasy or romance. We are reminded that even as life changes it remains very much the same; life is both possibility and limits. Our senses are awakened to the scent of the tiny thyme as well as the sea. We feel the mothers who milk the goats and watch the moon. We hear the women who know the danger of the wind as well as the measure of rose petal sweets--Barbara Christian.
Poetry. Thalia Kitrilakis's people are the land, her land the people. Not as fantasy or romance. We are reminded that even as life changes it remains very much the same; life is both possibility and limits. Our senses are awakened to the scent of the tiny thyme as well as the sea. We feel the mothers who milk the goats and watch the moon. We hear the women who know the danger of the wind as well as the measure of rose petal sweets--Barbara Christian.