Smelly
Christina Chevie
November 7, 2019
Every now and again, the smell of wet dog or low tide will seep through the windows. And I find myself inhaling every last drop. In my mind I am swept away to drip castles at Bowermans beach club, surrounded by faces that I’ve seen throughout every blink of my eyes. Without warning, I am...
Read MoreWaiting For The Poetry
Christina Chevie
November 7, 2019
For a long time now, I’ve written many blogs. None of which I have published. I don’t know why. I guess I have been waiting for perfection, for clarity, for a better understanding as to what the hell is going on. I see now though that not all writing needs to hide it’s deeper meaning....
Read MoreStuck In A Doorway
Christina Chevie
September 15, 2019
I want more than anything right now to say that I am happy. I want to tell you how in love I am with the city and with life. In fact if you ask me, that is what I will tell you. But I have to be honest with myself. I am struggling. I am...
Read More3 am India
Christina Chevie
September 9, 2019
As I lay here in my hard narrow bed, I admire the color purple that surrounds me on my mosquito netting. It may be raining out. It may also be monkeys dancing on the roof again. I find it hard to differentiate the two. Either way both have managed to steal the sleep from my...
Read MoreWritten On A Park Bench
Christina Chevie
September 9, 2019
All my life I've known what I want to do with it. Since I was a little girl I had a dream of traveling and volunteering. A strange dream for an 8 year old I admit but nevertheless this was all I dreamt of. It was all I talked about and it was all I...
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