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Christine Chrisman

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Straight Dying, Intro

Straight Dying, Intro

Posted on Jun 1, 2017 in Blog | 0 comments

Meela woke up late. So groggy, she moaned to herself.  She poked an arm out of the warm sleep nest and prodded her phone, ten o’clock? She pushed the pile of covers off and rubbered her eyes. Why hadn’t Mom woken her up?   Through the door she heard nothing. The house was silent, no kettle whistling, no calls to her little brother to stop watching...

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Adoration

Adoration

Posted on May 18, 2017 in Blog | 0 comments

I’ve been working on a project with a friend, he shoots and I write….This is an excerpt from the poem I wrote a tiny fire flickering flame of devotion dancing beneath my fingers lighting the darkness delicate and fine   skin stretching knitting over bone a prayer a spell a charm bringing form to that which is formless to that which...

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Dream Storyline

Dream Storyline

Posted on Feb 22, 2017 in Blog | 0 comments

A tiger sleeps in a patch of snow on the edge of the ocean. Beside its large shape lay a battle axe and a long sword both gold. The sword and axe sink, the snow melting around them. Leaving only negatives they sink into the earth and are gone. The tiger wakes, lifting is large head, scanning the area. It stretches and leaving the battle shapes in the snow,...

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Make Space

Make Space

Posted on Feb 8, 2017 in Blog | 0 comments

I just finished Steven King’s book On Writing.  It’s compelling as a personal tale, a memoir, but also a clear picture of what works for him.  Plus you get his kind, wry voice throughout, which is sweet. He echoes much of what I’ve heard from other writers and artists.  Which is: MAKE SPACE! Make space, mental and physical for your...

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Losing Touch

Losing Touch

Holding on or Letting go

Posted on Jan 13, 2017 in Blog | 0 comments

So last June I took a part time job, I know this is the right path for me. I couldn’t have predicted that, logically I didn’t want that, but intuitively it was the right thing to do. I could feel that very strongly. So I knew that I would have to back off my narrative, my hold on the storyline was tenuous even when working on it 2-4 days a week...

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Songs and Cars

Songs and Cars

Posted on May 3, 2016 in Blog | 0 comments

The first car I remember driving in is a 1970’s blue MG convertible with a tonneau cover in black. I don’t remember any songs from that car. Just the heat of the black top. The leather wrapped steering wheel. I thought it would be my first car, cause I could already reach the pedals and see over the dash. When Dad sold it for a long red Ford LTD...

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Summer Memories

Summer Memories

Posted on Jan 25, 2016 in Blog | 0 comments

The clouds spun lazy over head, moving like slow sweet cream. Blowing west to east away from the sun and heading towards Mt. Lassen, twice faded into the background blue. Her butt was wet, black bottoms dark with the pond water that flowed in when her weight pressed down on the bright plastic raft. Half wet, half dry was the way one made it through the heat...

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The Black Overcoat

Posted on Dec 29, 2015 in Blog | 0 comments

She came rushing up to the coffee house tables clicking boot heels on cobble stones  and a black overcoat like wings. “Be a good chap and piss off, won’t you?” She put her hand on the metal chair back as if to help him out. He looked startled. The woman across from him covered her smile with a pale square hand.  She wouldn’t bring her blue eyes up...

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Friendship lights it up

Friendship lights it up

Posted on Dec 4, 2015 in Blog | 0 comments

In various astrology posts that I follow it seems that super negative energy flowers through our reality. We can see it, the acts of terrorism that pop up everywhere…in the debate on whether to take in refugees and open our hearts and lands to help or the fear that causes us to say shut the boarders, no one else!! We’ll be safe, turn them...

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