Hello, all! The YouTube version of the 2nd episode of my podcast is now live! Here it is:
New Podcast Episode: Mourning Doves
Hey, everyone! I have a new podcast episode up and running! You can find it here:
Note: This episode’s cover photo is an old photograph of my grandfather being his most silly self. He is wearing a wig. That is not his real hair.Â
xoxo Cristi
A poem, revisited, one year later
Alien Relative
Depart Home
For us.
A number.
Relocated spouse, child.
Approved
New field person.
Returned.
Rogue Fest 2022 – #FresnoWritersLive
Here I am, reading at Rogue Fest 2022 on March 5th at Goldstein’s in Fresno. This was part of #FresnoWritersLive with the support of the Fresno State Creative Writing MFA program and CWAA. I read with three amazing poets, Aidan, Shelby, and Ceci, who are my fellow CWAA members. This video is of my portion of the reading. Thank you to everyone who made this possible, and to my familia who made it out to see me!
A New Poem & A New Page
I recently had the absolute pleasure and honor to be a reader at Lit Hop Fresno 2021! The theme for my group was “Writing The Domestic” or “Women’s Work.” I composed 3 poems, specifically for the event, and read an oldie but a goodie from Moon Ride (“It’s A Girl”). Thinking about the theme of domesticity and the tediousness of women’s work naturally led to me writing a poem about an android woman refusing to do work. Here is the visual representation of that poem!
I also want to let you know that I have a new area on my page where I list all of my previous publications. It’s under “Work.” (You can click that right there!)
One last thing! A reminder to follow me on my socials, if you please:
Thank you for reading!
xoxo Cristi
6 word poem – 4/13/21- “Healing”
The prompt: Healing. The poem: More than amethyst, power of gut.
“Write about something presently in your life that is ‘worth it.'”
(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
of journey.
Debt.
Sure.
Uncertain horizon.
Yeah.
Immeasurable oasis?
Also true.
If the virus created
long shadows,
fine.
@ least I could shine
the flashlight
for miles
before me.
(Grad School).
(This is from a writing prompt featured in “300 Writing Prompts.”)
Cristi Sandoval 