Oh wow, do i think about you often. In the beginning you were there, always and not so subtly. i was the first to put you back on the walls. And then after some time you weren't there at all, in fact you turned your back... i didn't see you again for a while. It … Continue reading Anniversary spoons~ a poem~
My interview with Tim Hewitt of Paragraphs Lost is now live!! Enjoy some god awful #highschool #poetry by yours truly and listen in as I describe with agonizing clarity the details of my unrequited love in high school! #paragraphslost was such a fun experience! What are your most embarrassing high school memories!??!! … Continue reading Paragraphs Lost
I thought myself the queen unflinching, never unnerved not to be usurped loyal to the king, sacrificing lessor for more time on the board. I thought you the king, false bravado, always hiding or on the run never to be outdone content in pomp a man of circumstance. How sad it was to be played … Continue reading Just a piece.
I am so honored to be the recipient of the 2018 ArtsFest Literary Competition for Adult Poetry with my piece titled: Magic Dragon: https://christiepage808.wordpress.com/2016/04/05/dragon-kite/ The world needs more poets, there is beauty in pain and there is healing in beauty. Make your life a life of art and if you have to suffer, suffer beautifully. … Continue reading Award Announcement
My first book of poetry is now available on Amazon. The first in a series of three and also the work I will performing at this years ArtsFest Stuart!!! https://www.amazon.com/dp/1977085350/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1517768735&sr=8-5&keywords=she+was+the+stuff+of+stars+book
No-one WANTS to be a survivor of sexual assault. To be frank, no-one should have to endure sexual assault, but we do. We do. Never has there been a time when the whispers have been louder and the collective vehicle of so many liberated voices have become a roar. Never have I felt more confident … Continue reading when your whisper roars…we all do.
I used to make this drive with butterflies for a heart. Smiling all the way, blasting feel good music on my way to you, feeling good. My layers shed every mile closer I got to your front door until my smile was a mile wide and the light from behind my eyes competed with the lights … Continue reading This road