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CRISTINA

About Me

it's all in the poetry, just look and see.

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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

wordsmiths, simile addicts, walking-breathing poems, bomba hip hop dancers, singer-songwriter-painters, anyone who is doing what they love and sharing it with the world, challenging themselves and others to think and feel.

My Blog

7 Generations

7 Generations *Little one you will need certain things to save youlike grand mama's prayers at nightlike el salmo 91 y la Virgen on your bedroom doora small rock in your right pocketthe one your great...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Dec 2008 10:54:00 GMT

"Midori" {Revisiting old poems}

"Midori"   1. crimson illusions and trick of light a kaleidoscope of magazine clippings on your bedroom wall threatens my equilibrium   You lay your body over me loose strands of your hai...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Oct 2008 17:46:00 GMT

New York City (draft, draft..)

New York City   At 4:54 am you pull the crimson curtains shut refuse dawn her entry we give into your brutal softness & the pounding vibrations of another spinning record   We, your ba...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Sep 2008 13:41:00 GMT

Free Woman

Free Woman* One day they will talk story about youHow you would dip the tips of your breast in the soft mouth of a running brookleave your fingerprints on the gray skull of a rock How you wo...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Aug 2008 17:47:00 GMT

(song)

(song) in the soft places of my mind your laughter falls like sudden dawn making the slow journey down my spine   i can see your voice drip like molasses over black metal edge of microphone &n...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 14:51:00 GMT

Immigrant (Revisted)

Immigrant para NicaraguaLas chicarras have begun their love song againpleading mercy to the Managua SunA young boy sells coconut at the roadsidehis small hands wield machete with expert precision...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 11:57:00 GMT

Poet (draft)

Poeti have similes for youlined up like trees that flowercherry blossomswith your scentverbs that spring out of myinfinite beingcovered in dawni have metaphorscolored in rhymeto weave your being into ...
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 23:00:00 GMT

Hunter, Film Class, Racism and the death of my USB drive

 These past few days have been psychotic, balancing school, work and racism... I am still amazed at how much the Hunter College student body has changed from when I first arrived straight out of...
Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 17:31:00 GMT

Para Ana Castillo (one of my mothers)

Ana Castillo: who told you, you could write about jaguar women who said you could speak  about bleeding ripped nipples who allowed you to turn women's meaningless lives ...
Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 17:41:00 GMT

Service Industry: Draft

Service Industry for Nadia because we come from an invincible tribe.     Brown hands sweep up crumbs wipe down counters cut bread slice ham wrap gifts oil splattered dreams spread purple b...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 19:28:00 GMT