The Poetry of Christina Strigas


I set out to write a review on here of Christina Strigas’ debut poetry collection In My Own Flood (she had a recently-published chapbook as well entitled Your Ink On My Soul), but I found that I could not write a review of that book alone. I want to write about her poetry in general, all of her published poetry and what she also posts on her website and on social media. She is also the author of a paranormal romance novel entitled Crush (and available here) and a trilogy of nonfiction novels about a Greek-Canadian model that she co-authored with Zaharoula Sarakinis (available here), but that’s not why I’m here. I don’t know if Strigas would agree with me on this point or not, but I consider her first a foremost a poet.

StrigasI encountered Christina Strigas, a Greek-Canadian dwelling with her husband and kids in Montreal, online in 2015, and was immediately taken in by her writing. She displays an honesty and grittiness, but she’s also a romantic (whether she would admit to that or not, I don’t know). She loves … love. She writes of passion and lust and longing with a force that moves the reader, that pulls the reader deeper. She writes proudly of her Greek heritage and of her memories and family in such a way that you felt as though you’ve also known them, as if you also visited her cousins in Greece or sampled one of her mixed drinks of Greek coffees. She is a personal poet that writes comfortably enough to allow the reader long looks into the exquisite cave of her life.

Her chapbook Your Ink On My Soul (available here) was first released through 451 Publishing, but after parting ways with them, Strigas re-released her chapbook on her own, and I think that was a very wise move. It pairs wonderfully with her brand new poetry collection In My Own Flood (available here). I re-read her chapbook when I got my new edition and moved right into her poetry collection. It flowed like a single cohesive work. Her poetic brand is evident in both works, and if I read one of her poems with no author noted, I would know a Christina Strigas poem just by it’s format and tone and themes alone. That’s a difficult thing for a poet to get across to the reader. All the really great poets have it, their own unique brand that is unmissable. And Strigas is a great poet.

During the course of my conversations with Strigas, I’ve deemed her my “Poet Hero”. She is unafraid of expressing herself through poetry, even if her words are vulnerable or deeply personal. I’m amazed and humbled by her lines that appear simply-composed but are actually saturated with poignancy and depth. Strigas has an unbelievable talent for writing the exact thing that must be written. She’s a Hemingway-esque poet, but writes verses proudly emblazoned with femininity.

Strigas was recently interviewed on a radio show and along with many others, I got to hear her read aloud one of her poems, “1973”. Head here to read “1973 on her website. This piece, my favorite of hers, is a vivid and stunning example of what I’m trying to impart to you about the significance of Christina Strigas’ poetry. If you like what you read, and I sincerely hope that you do, please check out her website and please purchase her chapbook and her debut poetry collection.

Her writing is so utterly worth it.

A Little History

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Nick Trandahl- 'A Little History'

I’m an  avid fan of all sorts of contemporary poetry, especially free verse shorter pieces that manage to condense something very potent and significant into just a few lines. I like poetry that packs the honest punch of Hemingway, Jim Harrison or Raymond Carver. I want to feel the point or theme of a poem suddenly and simply. There’s elegance in honest and simple poetry.

Being such a fan of that style of poetry, it should come as no surprise that over the years my own writing has also been purified into a similar style. My first book of poetry, Lost Yellow, published by Swyers Publishing and available in paperback or kindle here, began as the desperate poetic scribblings of deployed U.S. soldier caught in the tight spin of a downward spiral. The poems of Lost Yellow were largely angry and soaked in depressive imagery and themes, and they…

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