What do you believe?
I’m sitting outdoors with a bevy of chickens clucking at my elbow. Across from me the cat is licking himself, fur soaking up warmth. Next to me Bean digs a big hole in an empty flower bed. The grass is wet from rain, and the sun is warm on the black rubber of my boots. [...]
Sweet, sweet, bittersweet.
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Morning Poem # 3
Swallows swoop in at the barn door and their feathers, bones filled with air, brush up against the corrugated metal roof. The air is rife with musk and hay and the hot piss of sheep pressing against each other in woolly urgent nearness. The sky bends down closer to the earth now; blue tucking the [...]
Morning Poem # 2
Because his small hand fits into my palm still, I hold my breath and feel the gills of my heart pummel inside my chest. There is no way for keeping this; like stacking bags of sand against the jetty, crumbling no way to keep back his tide of growing up. “I’m you’re a little bit [...]
Morning poem # 1
The sun falls in broken rectangles on the floor shards of yellow plates we gather in our pockets, for the winter ahead. Our skin bare to the wind, the grass tattoos our arms with zig zags and clover while the moments grow steady and the verdant humming of summer dwindles into the big-moon nights and [...]
keep looking »I am Christina Rosalie
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I am a multimedia storyteller, digital strategist, idea starter, stalker of wonder, finder of four leaf clovers, MFA graduate student, and mama of boys. My first book,
will be published by SKIRT! Books in September, 2012.
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