Barcelona contigo!

#BarcelonaContigo “This work (in full or in part) may not be reproduced in any form without the written permission of the author, Katerina Michouli.” ©2017 at 16:00, 22.08.2017 – Rethymnon, Greece.                                                                                                 With all due to respect to the King of snakes… Sleeping all winter under the earth, they so-called men of God were slithering […]

The Minotaur

The Minotaur “This work (in full or in part) may not be reproduced in any form without the written permission of the author, Katerina Michouli.” ©2017 at 16:15, 21.03.2017 – Florina, Greece. #WorldPoetryDay Blaze of torches dimming the stars, and the light fell upon his dazzled eyes.   The nasty smell of the Minotaur’s blood […]

The Land of Immigrants

“This work (in full or in part) may not be reproduced in any form without the written permission of the author, Katerina Michouli.” ©2017 at 13:26, 10.03.2017 – Florina, Greece.   On a dull November morning the tectonic plates violently collided, causing   an earthquake in the Land  of Immigrants. And since then, the Land […]

Chimera

“This work (in full or in part) may not be reproduced in any form without the written permission of the author, Katerina Michouli.” ©2017 at 16:41, 30.01.2017 – Florina, Greece. Chimera In the name of pseudo-science their cells were violently extracted from their bodies.   Their eggs have been secretively raped by human sperm.   […]

Him

“This work (in full or in part) may not be reproduced in any form without the written permission of the author, Katerina Michouli.” ©2017 at 16:16, 12.01.2017 – Florina, Greece.   Thoughtful clouds float in his mind. A strained smile, but, the same warmth comes always from his eyes.     “This work (in full […]

The Arctic fox

“This work (in full or in part) may not be reproduced in any form without the written permission of the author, Katerina Michouli.” ©2016 at 13:20, 28.11.2016. Florina, Greece. The Arctic fox #SaveTheArctic   Lit by the first light of dawn, and the little Arctic fox looked   like ghost in that pink early morning. […]