“Doe Season in Mamma’s Kitchen” is Selected as a Feature Poem

Thanks to The Coil Magazine for selecting my work Image by (El Caminante) from Pixabay I am very pleased to share with you all that an exclusive magazine, The Coil, via Alternating Current Press, has chosen a poem of mine which I submitted to them in April of 2019. It takes a long time to … Continue reading “Doe Season in Mamma’s Kitchen” is Selected as a Feature Poem

I am SICK of Seeing Black People Killed for Jogging…or for BREATHING

This has GOT to stop I have seen enough. The officers responsible for the murder of George Floyd should be arrested and charged with the aggravated murder of an unarmed black man. My heart is sick over this. I can't process this. And it is not even MY pain. This pain is a burden the … Continue reading I am SICK of Seeing Black People Killed for Jogging…or for BREATHING

The Proof is in the Reviews

About a month ago I launched "organic," my first poetry collection. The reviews are coming in, and they are stellar. I invite you to read them and consider ordering a copy of this book for yourself. My book ratings today!!! #1651 in Two-Hour Literature & Fiction Short Reads#3671 in Poetry (Books)#590 in Poetry (Kindle Store)#16251 … Continue reading The Proof is in the Reviews

Podcast Interview on Poetry–and Me!

I think you'll really enjoy this conversation on poetry and inspiration Author's photo I am sure you have all heard the buzz. I have a new poetry book out called ::organic:: The reception has been humbling. Here are a few reviews that I have received so far: In addition to a wonderful reception for the … Continue reading Podcast Interview on Poetry–and Me!

Celebrate with Me My Debut Book: Organic!!

It is a truly beautiful collection of poetry. The cover of my book. I am so proud of this long-awaited debut book. To order: organic--in paperback! organic--Kindle version! Order your copy now! I am pleased to have some wonderful recommendations written by other published authors and poets: Praise for organic: Christina Ward's poetry is heavy … Continue reading Celebrate with Me My Debut Book: Organic!!

Misunderstood (i have been a flower in a tree)

a free verse poem Image by Kranich17 from Pixabay https://soundcloud.com/christina-ward-222068276/misunderstood-i-have-been-a-flower-in-a-tree i have been a flower in a tree.i have been so high up, no one could seethe immeasurable me, the impetuous me the always, always superfluous me this is what happenswhen a tree has its leaves on upside down, when the roots don’t growunderground and the … Continue reading Misunderstood (i have been a flower in a tree)

Delay of Autumn

a free verse poem of the season Image by Gerald Friedrich from Pixabay Delay of Autumn The Autumn wreath with plastic applesaged pine conesresides in closeted bin Temperatures dipdays shortensignaling yellows, deep reds, bursts of orangethe ushering in ofpumpkin — everythingnot this year the corn has been cuthusk-less stalks, sparse, driedscatter the field in muted … Continue reading Delay of Autumn

Epiphany– a free verse poem on the creative process

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay Epiphany I can attach my entire existenceto the golden bleed of sunthrough the whisp-staccato edges of a cloud Such moments steal my breath. I can spiral into cornersand come out of them painting with words. I can feel the energyflowing from life breathing lifeparalleling, combining, releasing. Epiphany moments, what … Continue reading Epiphany– a free verse poem on the creative process

On the Outskirts of the Blue Ridge

a poem about an afternoon drive through the beautiful foothills of the N.C. mountains Image by Christian B. from Pixabay Hilltop mobile homes parked in rows with weary cars and tufts of unruly grass. They are weathered, as am I. Collections of scrap-metal, small gardens boasting late tomatoes, plump red flashes on the vine. Corn … Continue reading On the Outskirts of the Blue Ridge

Excavating a Poem

a free verse poem celebrating the process Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay Excavating a Poem Some, a breath exhaled slowly into life-giving words. Some, an excavation with bristles firm, then soft and careful. Some, roots gnarled and half-buried we trip over them and follow them to trees. Some, grains of sand to be gathered … Continue reading Excavating a Poem