Sunday, January 22, 2023

Losing Nights by George Gad Economou

another night lost to

bad pace, to poor concentration. failing to

capture the essence of

the rhythm, again; once, I knew how

to work the

system, had an excellent rhythm innately

written in my drunken genes. now, it’s

gone, I’m fighting to

regain the lost paradise. sinful endeavors and

misdirected thoughts guide me away from

the glorious path and I’m sharpening my

blade, crying to the gods, wailing at

the flaming sparrows, ready to bring

the war back where it

belongs; home.





 Currently residing in Greece, George Gad Economou holds a Master’s degree in Philosophy of Science and supports his writing by doing freelance jobs whenever he can get them. Has published a novella, Letters to S. (Storylandia) and a poetry collection, Bourbon Bottles and Broken Beds (Adelaide Books). His drunken words have appeared in various literary magazines and outlets, such as Spillwords Press, Ariel Chart, Fixator Press, Piker’s Press, The Edge of Humanity Magazine, The Rye Whiskey Review, and Modern Drunkard Magazine.

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