• Cottonwood Wings

    a poem for my son to read at the funeral You might want to read this first In the Spring, God brings forth life Cottonwood drifts by on the wind. We water our gardens with tears for we have lost a dear friend. Her kindness grew like tulipsProud and colorful and tallHer compassion, a vine… Continue reading

  • The Mourn

    a poem about the emotional trauma of hysterectomy in time, eggs drop as they maya crimson furnace burnswaits for themthen rejects even the idea of babies babies that refuse to be boundand tear their way outleaving you to your stitches these eggs, they stay now…where are they to go?a furnace burnt outremoved scoop by scoopfleshy… Continue reading

About Me

Christina M. Ward is an author and freelance writer from the beautiful state of NC where she resides with her two furbabies. She’s edited over 50 poetry collections from around the world, published three of her own, and is working on her second novel. Christina is the sole owner and operator of Fiddleheads & Floss Writing Services through which she does freelance SEO content writing and editing.

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