The poetic world of Christina Kassessian is constructed like a modernist architectural masterpiece, emphasizing the simplicity of materials and pure geometry. Where the materials are only words, words that bear on their shoulders the entire weight of the world, seeking balance between magic and reality, between order and chaos…

It is a world where humanity, identity, gender ghosts, experience, trauma, love, depression, the lost child, the found child, the city and the landscape, the mother, the father, the grandfather, the grandmother, Dourgouti, Sundays, and the staircase give birth to emotion.

And the poem is built, violently, uncontrollably, passionately; but also steadily, harmoniously, intricately like a cut-beaded embroidery, like a woven craft that encloses a story within itself, its story, the story of the world…