On days like this, I air dry
on days like this, I air dry it’s a hot day outside I come out of the shower with my hangover still hanging on me like a bad smell. drops of water drip from my body do...
Continue ReadingBetween 2011 and 2017, I poured my heart and soul into a collection of free verse poems that sat forgotten in a file on my computer for years. They are deeply personal, and I never imagined sharing them until my professor at Bath Spa University, Gerard Woodward - an award-winning British poet and fiction writer - encouraged me to publish them.
One night, over dinner and drinks, a fellow writer and friend agreed with my professor and urged me to share my poems with people from diverse backgrounds. After weeks of contemplation, I took the leap. The response was overwhelming, with readers urging me to publish my work.
With the support of my team, I brought my two collections to life: Stop & Listen, Volume One, Poems 2011-2013, and Volume Two, Poems 2014-2017.
I am forever grateful for their help, and I hope you will enjoy reading the poems from my collections.
I would much appreciate your comment.
Thank you in advance.
Best regards,
Georgios
on days like this, I air dry it’s a hot day outside I come out of the shower with my hangover still hanging on me like a bad smell. drops of water drip from my body do...
Continue Readingevery time he sits at his desk a question comes to his mind like a charging bleeding bull what to write again what to say to him what to say to them what to say to you. and he thinks to ...
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Continue Readingis this how it works? so easy so simpleso silent. her knees bentand down she went on the groundnext to a small gateand in her yellow dressshe began shuddering. her eyes turned backher lips turned ...
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