Author: Christina Strigas
Christina Strigas is an author and poet, raised by Greek immigrants, who has written four poetry books. Her poetry book LOVE & VODKA was featured by CBC Books in, “Your Ultimate Canadian Poetry List: 68 Poetry Collections Recommended by you.” Her most recent poetry book, LOVE & METAXA, has garnered positive reviews, including Pank Magazine.
Strigas’s poems have appeared in Montreal Writes, Feminine Collective, Neon Mariposa Magazine, Pink Plastic House Journal, BlazeVOX, Thimble Lit Magazine, Twist in Time Literary Magazine, The Temz Review, and Coffin Bell Journal, among others. Her poem, “Dead Wife”
was nominated for best of the net 2020.
In Spring 2022, she will be releasing her fifth poetry book by Free Lines Press, a French indie magazine that publishes experimental poetry.
Twitter: @christinastriga
Instagram : @c.strigas_sexyasspoet
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Small miracles
Take your fistful of misery hypnotize the crowd with your fake smoke half-truths lava tears poetic disputes pose on your marble staircase retell your old story bore us with news talks and deaths of all the things we don’t care about. People like you make being alone a blessing. Photo Read more
The Day After
The sun is in my hair it feels gothic to send black hearts yet truthful. You have gone blocked the rain from touching my skin. You came and went in this caffeine rush not reading the menu nor my frazzled mind. All these nonsensical words lined up in disarray for Read more
On Being Starstruck
So you want to be a poet you think you can punch in and out So you want to be famous wear Gucci and parade across catwalks with a book of poetry in one hand list of writers you have never read in another. So you want to be beautiful Read more
Things that are Unbelievable
I know that songs can erupt into moments. you do not need to dare me I will do mostly anything you want for me to be your naughty girl good girl any type you want. I could transform into diverse beings, you would think I haunted your mind I can Read more
The day before my birthday
I cried most of the morning, stopping the voices. I wanted to kill you, but I married you instead. I had so much hope, yet I knew it was as useless as loving without receiving. I stabbed you, but you did not bleed. You tasted like salty jokes, eternal nightmares, Read more