Anastasia Paraskevoulakou Poems

The sun rose today again
to feed the glacier.
Crystallized thoughts
within the boughs.
...

A frozen winter, the living room.
The canvas remains blank.
The columbines, just two weeks old,
escape the ruin.
...

A reasonably wet month,
moderately sunny
in most areas
with high temperatures
...

The codes of the narrative
keep me awake.
Vigilant the soul
fails to soften
...

The mushroom of memory
is expanding on the glass table
in the room upstairs
on the side with the large window,
...