Christina74 Pounds of ExperienceAllie leaped off the scale, ignoring the three-digit number flashing in red below her. She made her way back into the bedroom in a half jog…Jul 12, 2018Jul 12, 2018
ChristinainHingedFutures Floating in Blue SyrupShe pressed the eject button and flipped over the cassette. The white text listing the tracks was now worn and illegible. She examined the…May 5, 2018May 5, 2018
ChristinaIn Praise of Small SpacesI am a lover of tiny, small, intimate spaces.May 2, 2018May 2, 2018
ChristinainP.S. I Love YouCover My Hands in Oil PaintCover my hands in oil paint and let me massage the meaning from your skin. I can soothe your darkness with bright splashes of affection…Apr 28, 2018Apr 28, 2018
ChristinainHingedA Fossil of My FatherShe balanced the tip of the shovel on the ground with her one free hand and tilted her head towards the sun.Apr 28, 20189Apr 28, 20189
ChristinainWriters GuildThe Pathology of Empty SkinShe could make out several words beginning to appear on his hands as he studied her anomalous body. Astonishment. Expectation. Disgust.Apr 19, 20184Apr 19, 20184
ChristinaA Letter to A Quiet StudentWe are roughly half-way through the semester, but there are times when I feel like I barely know you.Apr 13, 20181Apr 13, 20181
ChristinaRe-Learning A LanguageI speak Japanese. I read Japanese. I can also write in Japanese. And 15 years later, I still struggle with Japanese and language…Apr 9, 2018Apr 9, 2018