At 10pm, on Saturday evening, 1 December 1928, Melbourne was rocked by the sound of two explosions. The Akropolis Club in Lonsdale Street, a premises owned by Samian immigrant Nikolaos …

Some months ago, I heard something that shocked me. An elderly lady was recounting her early, difficult years in Australia, when, as a new migrant, she worked double shifts to …

The Panepirotic Federation of Australia condemns the recent dynamiting of the monument erected in the Greek minority village of Krania to honour Thymios Liolis, an ethnic Greek who fought in …

“The slightest object from the Acropolis is a jewel.” Lord Elgin “but molest not yon defenceless urn: Look on this spot – a nation’s sepulchre.” Lord Byron Lord Byron famously …

I grew up among people who were never able to return to their homes. They spent their entire lives pining for their wives and children, wondering about the state of …

“Here have some of this,” my grandmother dipped two the forks in the salad bowl and offered it to my Australian friend. “What is it?” his eyes grew wide in …

“I woke up with this marble head in my hands; It exhausts my embows and I do not know Where to put it down.” Giorgos Seferis. ‘Trilogy of a Desert …

When I was growing up in the eighties, only criminals or ultra-cool denizens of the margins of society who could transcend boundaries, possessed tattoos. As my parents determined at a …

“Ali deemed anchorite, or saint a pawn – The crater of his blunderbuss did yawn, Sword, dagger hung at ease…. … for Janina makes A grave for thee where every …

“You see this pile of bricks?” The old lady gestures around the room. Her living room is decorated in a mishmash of styles, reflecting trends from the fifties to the …