Cristi Sandoval Archives
You Don’t Realize How Important Looks Are Unless You’ve Felt Ugly
Posted on June 26, 2021 Leave a Comment
For years now, I’ve taken selfies like I intend to fill a cathedral..I have realized that beauty is not the rent I pay to inhabit my body.
A New Poem: Inspired by Madonna
Posted on May 15, 2021 Leave a Comment
Hey, everyone! Long time no-see. Why have I been gone? This last week was finals week, and I am officially done with my first year of my MFA! Woohoo! I have been celebrating by staying up late listening to music and writing. I was particularly inspired by a Madonna song, “Bedtime Story” and decided to […]
6 Word Poem – “About You” – 4/16/21
Posted on April 17, 2021 1 Comment
The prompt: About You The poem: Youth harbored long enough. Then love. Life really is a long learning experience. As a young person, I did not know myself enough to truly love myself. But here I am, learning about myself more every day, and of the world and people around me. Is it psychotic that […]
6 Word Poem – “About a Boy” (4/15/21)
Posted on April 16, 2021 Leave a Comment
A word about this prompt: I am gathering these prompts from here, where there is a list of prompts for the month of April. I chose to not interpret this in a romantic way, or anything. That is just not something I want to write about. Instead, I wrote it around one of the most […]
6 Word Poem – 4/14/21 – “Secret”
Posted on April 15, 2021 Leave a Comment
The prompt: Secret. The poem: Tongue flipped, hiding; coordinated cigarette burns. Some rejects/alternatives: Smiles under lock. Eyes locked together. Gazing through a canopy of fingers. (These kind of go together!)
6 word poem – 4/13/21- “Healing”
Posted on April 14, 2021 Leave a Comment
The prompt: Healing. The poem: More than amethyst, power of gut.
“Write about something presently in your life that is ‘worth it.'”
Posted on April 13, 2021 Leave a Comment
(Grad school). I remain imperfect. But the grueling behind clear eyes feels like a portal to joy. I began with my vision blurred. But, the further I dive into the forest, the more the canopy opens up. Crosshatched sunlight On my olive skin. To look down at my hands is to look through a kaleidoscope […]
