When spooks and ghosts and robots are seen…
Bean’s Robot costume, in progress: Two words: foil tape. Love it. Tweet
Today, this:
What is it to feel unrealized, other than strangely exquisite? It is the soul’s plea to matter. It is the exhausting submersion of caring for others, sometimes at the expense of our own creative spark. It is age and mortality settling upon us like a kneading cat, prodding us to Hurry up and do something. [...]
At the coffee shop: almost a poem
She walks out the door ahead of him; long white hair blowing into her face as a truck barrels past. I watch as she turns back toward the door, and at first her face is carelessly content; then she sees him and her features soften almost imperceptibly. She looks up to where he’s paused there [...]
Timing is everything
Hi Monday. Apparently I hit publish last night before bed, and this odd collection of urls and lines of text went live yesterday night sometime. Oy. ( I’m glad you liked my ‘experiment,’ Denise.) I did want to share all sorts of things I’ve been crushing on lately though, including these poems, and enough gorgeous [...]
Morning Poem # 6
Patience is granular like sugar, and every child hungers for it the same way that tongues crave sweet, darting out from parted lips, darting like small boys into traffic or towards sharp sticks, always used with the poorest of judgment (which is also how wars begin) and if it had color, it would be milky [...]
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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