this poem is from Christina’s new book “For all the Lonely Hearts Being Pulled Out of the Ground” published by Free Lines Press, 2022
drought
a bouquet of black and white flowers stuck in my throat drawn from your powers I am trying to vomit out but death strangles me it has a way of arranging my bouquet with less oxygen more of what I see my rhymes live I don't hate, I'm too nice I want to stop giving but I have a disease I cry too much too many days of darkness I get out of bed but I have not written in months. the link to purchase Christina's new book is below https://freelinespress.weeblysite.com/pulled Blurb: From a bouquet of black and white flowers to times when the mind can barely hold on to images, this collection looks at all the love-exit signs and refuses to escape. These poems tell stories; about love and intimacy, growth, Greek recipes, heartbreak, family, coffee, wine, spirituality and more. They capture the ethereal that is in our grasp and yet far from reach, as time moves from the present to the past to the enigmatic. www.christinastrigas.com A Poetry Showcase for Christina Strigas -new poetry & republished poetry
Fevers of the Mind 