Nicholas Samaras

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Nicholas Samaras is the author of Hands of the Saddlemaker and American Psalm, World Psalm. Having lived in ten countries, he is currently completely a manuscript of poetry on the psychologies of exile. His essay “To Write from a Place of Permanent Exile” appeared in the Spring 2019 issue of WLT.

  • A photograph of a statue of a humanoid figure high on a tower. The tower is in the halo of a sunrise or sunset

    Modern Definitions for Modern Slavery

    July 13, 2023 Nicholas Samaras
    Photo by said alamri / UnsplashImmigration, detention, unequal pay are modern words for slavery again. Dictatorship, borders. Any imposition of one’s will over another is a form of s…
  • A stone structure overlooks the Aegean Sea off the coast of Patmos

    To Write from a Place of Permanent Exile

    Spring 2019
    Nicholas Samaras
    PHOTO: Andrea Moroni, Patmos / Flickr Only travel can teach us anything. Only travel can move us out of our staid lives into a fresh perspective, to see before us what has not been before us. It is t…
  • A large inkblot stain on white paper, through which writing on the opposite side just just be seen but not read

    Exile Dossier

    January 22, 2019 Nicholas Samaras
    The bruise of ink on white paper. The words that line transcription and record. I know I am more than this thin sheaf. The written name of my village can’t say anything about the openness of its…
  • Two flowers in a vase sitting between two walls embedded with lights meant represent deportees sent from France to Nazi concentration camps.

    Two Poems

    November 2017
    Nicholas Samaras
    The 200,000 lights in the Mémorial des Martyrs de la Déportation in Paris represent the number of deportees sent from France to Nazi concentration camps. Photo by Zak / Flickr   Martyrs of the Deport…

  • Two Poems

    September 2011
    Nicholas Samaras
    Inventing Peace I make this room  a country of peace. Within these walls, I am the harmony of an individual with no nationalism, claims or agenda, no chorus of discord,  no borders but redwood wai…