Category: Poetry - The Write Queen

Come on and #GrowFierce!

11/18/2014

Hello My Loves,

I come from the trenches of grad school to give you good news! Remember Digging Deep, Facing Self? You know, that course I took in the Summer of 2013 and keep raving about? Well there are some exciting things happening in the #DDFS world!

DDFS is been rebranded! While the course is still called Digging Deep, Facing Self, the community is now known as #GrowFierce. #GrowFierce was often used in promotion of the course and the readings in New York. Eventually we just kept calling it #GrowFierce externally as well as internally. I know it stuck for me and it must of stuck for Caits, the course's fierce leader, because now you can go to www.growfierce.com and see what the course and community has to offer. This beautiful new website showcases the wonderful community we have on the Internet.

Aside from rebranding, important additions have been made to the team. The core team consists of Caits, a lead facilitator (Hey Sabina!), a media producer, a content advisor, a PR person, and a financial advisor. After that there is a team of advisors that consist of 11 women who are deeply rooted in the #GrowFierce community.

I am happy to say that I am one of those 11 women!

See? That's me! And other wonderful women.

The Advisory team, which is best described on the website is this: These brilliant women, all DDFS course alumni, help us guide and create best practices, weigh in on changes to the community and help cultivate a lively, supported post-course experience in our extended alumni network. They also brainstorm – and lead – ways we can consistently give back to the world’s sisterhood of women through various free and low-cost engagements.

#GrowFierce is one of the bright spots in my life. I am honored and humbled to be a part of the community in this extraordinary way. I hope to use my time in school to learn ways I can help #GrowFierce.

I take this role seriously with an open heart, so let me start by advising you to join the #GrowFierce Community and take the course in January! Think you can't afford it in one shot? There are payment plans and scholarships! Just go on #GrowFierce - www.growfierce.com.

Can't say it enough, go to www.growfierce.com!

Plus you know you want to be bad ass enough to hold a cactus. I dare you to be this fierce!

Til next time!

Christina

The Write Journey: I Have Dug Deep and Faced Self - A Recap of Life after Digging Deep, Facing Self

6/11/2014

Hello Write Queeners,

You never realize what you have done until you tell someone else or someone else tells the world. This morning, while getting to work on time for the first time in a while, I was checking my messages when my darling soulmate Annette messages me. She informs me that Caits, the amazing leader of the Digging Deep, Facing Self course and the #GrowFierce movement (yes, I will call it a movement) has sent out a newsletter recapping DDFS first year(this is a link..click it!). I open my e-mail and was kind of blown away.

Why? Because of this:

I almost forgot about the e-mail I answered about what we've been up to. I'm not even sure if this is everything! So much has happened to me in all aspects of my life in the past year. DDFS has been a shining star in my life and a huge driving force. Finding a community that helps you grow and pushes you to be the best you can be can do wonders. I hope I can do that with EAT Media one day (working on it!).

So after reading the newsletter and realizing that I have also participated in most of the DDFS events and opportunities in New York and online, I did the following:

A happy dance in my work chair.
Messaged my soulmate (who I met through the course by the way) and pow-wowed in happiness.
Cried happy tears (and stopped because I am at work).
Opened up my blog to write about this.

Sometimes you have to stop and say Go Me. I'm constantly reminding myself to celebrate accomplishments because as you know if you are a writer, you're biggest critic is you.

Now before I go, I am going to take a moment to show you two more things:

My fellow editor at Typoetic.us (by the way - we are looking for submissons for our next issue!). Click on the picture to check out Ms. Coonrod's blog. I love her obsession with her shows and the gifs!

Check out the next session of the course. You won't regret it ladies. Click on it, click on it and sign up!

My readers! Do you have any accomplishments you would like to share? We can do happy dances together!

Time to go loves, till next time!

The Write Discoveries: Thomas and the Purple Crayon

5/30/2014

Brilliant and raw Thomas Fucaloro.

Harold and the Purple Crayon was one of my favorite books as a child. This concept for his latest poetry video is outstanding.

I still have to finish his book. I read the first 65 pages within a day, but took it out my book bag and my mother keeps moving it!

In the meantime - go to his site and contact him about this great video.

Thomas and the Purple Crayon from Audrey Bear on Vimeo.

The Write Poems - Heartcode [Censored Draft]

5/27/2014

I walk
in
pulsating
hollowness,
pretending
to
breathe in
morse code,
-•••

•
•-••
---
•••-
•
-••
breaking
against
lung cages
day and night
as if
my body only
knew one
symphony
to
be smeared
onto the
camera-eye.
[...]

Typoetic.us is Finally Here!

5/10/2014

Hello Write Queeners,

I am so excited to tell you that my latest passion, my literary journal Typoetic.us has finally released its first issue!

The concept of the site was in the works for a while, but in late 2013/early 2014, I connected with my editors and we got to work!

I learned a lot through putting together this journal about teamwork, organization, passion, and the ability to keep on going. The submissions were wonderful and my team even more so! I don't even know what to say about this experience except that I can't wait to put out the next issue! So poets, submit, submit, submit!

Thank you to everyone involved! Take a look below:

25-30/30 - Haiku

4/30/2014

i.
forgiveness cocoons
his eyes like confetti; she
bathes in his party.

ii.
they, fractured strangers
swirled in ash, surrender to
cherry blossomed aches.

iii.
drowning in tart sor-
row, hoping you'll still need a
curly-haired miracle.

iv.
we run the streets
leaving playground letters:
i regret the stars.

v.
i bribe ghosts with hope:
desperate, false, high and filled with
bones, broken and fresh.

vi.
proud shadow, dreamy
hollow hanging children - eternal
ivory hour

24/30 - Haiku

4/29/2014

stained glass angels wine
memory's hips; bodies spare
change, numbing altars

23/30 - Scandal

4/29/2014

They fuck to politics
with magnificent mess.
Sell the love -
kiss.fuck.attitude.

22/30 - Poems That Feed Your Soul: Part 3

4/28/2014

Obviously obsessed with the book A Wedding In Hell

21/30 - From The Bone Pile: Excerpts Of Poems I Never Want To Show

4/27/2014

Hey There Poets and Readers,

My fellow poets, do you ever have those poems that you would never share with the world because they are either too personal, they may not be appropriate to show in certain circles, or they just suck? I have quite a few and while these are works that I rather not show, there are some great lines I really want to share.

Not every poem is meant for the world and you are in control with what you share. You don't have to share a whole poem to show that you have written. With that said, here are some of my lines from the X-Files (if you know me, you know what this means):

Politics

"It's the I become
a babbling mess and
everything I keep working
towards goes
out the window
because
you make me
want to get
on my knees
and
beg, pray, suck
your cock -
look up at you
like you are
the majestic king."

Accountability - Part II

"How do I stop myself from wanting your name in my womb? "

The Hunt

"It's another day
in the life of me.

7:23 AM,
brushing my teeth,
calculating time
while listening
to my poetry
gods.

They remind me to
lick the dawn
in between
my fingers
as I storm
out of the house.

That if I do not get
the job and have wasted
a day in my
Ashley Stewart,
Lane Bryant,
Avenue combo,
I still have the
beauty of you
under my tongue.

So I'll sit for a moment
in my borrowed Queens
apartment and pray
that one day,
I will sit on the steps
of Brooklyn again.

I will get the chance
to love you
again, my god,
poet."