On summer nights, this petrified hour between life and unblemished death, I spread my wings over golden memories. Once-youthful fingers ache on the thick gray garbilli as I languish across the rubber tracks...
Easter Goat
The poet and prose writer Paschalis Katsikas was born in 1971 in Reutlingen, Germany, comes from Kirki of Evros and lives in Komotini. He is a graduate of the Department of Librarianship and Information Systems of ATEI Thessaloniki. Since 1998 he has been working in the Library of the Department of Greek Philology of the Democritus University of Thrace. He is an editor of the magazines Exitirion, Literary Bulletin and a member of the Philological Club of Greece. His poems and short stories have been published in the electronic magazines: Map, Who, Poeticanet, Exit, Frear, Culturebook, Thrace, Literary Notes, Due to Writing, Goose Feathers, Fractal, Bonzai Stories (Planodio), Artfully, Peri U, Monocle, The Sieve , Bookpress, Booksitting. In the printed literary magazines: Mandragoras, Oropedio, Apiko, Neo Hystego, Literary Bulletin and in the newspaper Paratiritis tis Thrace. His texts have been included in anthologies. He has published the poetry collections: Tetartimoria (published by the Observer of Thrace, 2019), Retalia (published by Graphima, 2020), The sleeping circus (Exitirion, free e-book, 2021 & Private edition, 2021), The red birds (published Dromon, 2022).
My Articles
THE THERMOPYLUS OF BIRGENAU
to the Greek Jews of Auschwitz Three hundred of us left wrapped in baby wrap from the land of the eternal sun—did we ever fit in here too? Two hundred and ninety-nine adults and one me, LeonidasUntil we reached the land of the swastika I came of age Buying death the...
DO NOT FEAR THE OMEGA
In seconds everything fades into nothingness Whatever I wear doesn't stand on me Clothes, skin, bones all a mass of memories Only my love for you reclothes me I restart in every electric shock The years decrease as you walk You come and go in the cradle...
MY POEM
New you give perspective You are small But a complete universe Your value expresses my life You sometimes speak a language I don't understand With all the words rhythmically organized In a dialect so charged You create an irregular model That resonates in my soul Just as beautifully...
Heavenly Pasture
On summer nights, this petrified hour between life and unblemished death, I spread my wings over golden memories. Once-youthful fingers ache in the thick gray garbilli as I languish across the rubber tracks...