Poetry

Poetry comes of its own accord and finds you, outside place and time. A click, a reversal, a birth.
There is a gap in time there. It is the moment when miracles rise on tiptoe. And then a “traveller” breeze blows. Every time, its force and its finality frighten me. Impossible to avoid it, to hide it under the rug. Poetry, then, for the hint, the transformation, the magic of shades and contrasts. Both darkness and light.
Valia Gentsou

At the end, the road was opening up
Poetry collection · Themelio · 2017

Reversed fairy tales
Poetry collection · Themelio · 2020

The outflow of the waters
Poetry collection · AΩ Publications · 2026
Reviews & interviews
Ο Αναγνώστης — At the end, the road was opening up (opens in a new tab)Review Η Αυγή – Αναγνώσεις — At the end, the road was opening up (opens in a new tab)Review Culture Book — Reversed fairy tales (opens in a new tab)Review Paspartou — Reversed fairy tales (opens in a new tab)Review Μωβ Κιμωλία — Reversed fairy tales (opens in a new tab)Review Τέχνης Σελίδες — Reversed fairy tales (opens in a new tab)Review Ποιητικός Πυρήνας — Reversed fairy tales (opens in a new tab)Anthology Ποιείν — Reversed fairy tales (opens in a new tab)Review