Category: Poetry

Patience and Brick Partitions

Best Patience

A fowl phone calls exterior my window. Our huge golden retriever lies upon the sofa soon after pleading inside of her mellow spectacular “I’ll destination my muzzle upon the sofa and stare at her right up until she suggests I can receive up upon the sofa” form of direction. At minimal she’s a well mannered golden retriever. Are there any who aren’t well mannered? Read more about Patience.

Perhaps a pair however not ours. My tabby cat is sprawled upon the arm of my partner’s vacant recliner. It is an strangely calm early morning and before long I will start out doing the job upon my novel. I figured I would blog site, due to the fact it includes been far more than a thirty day period considering the fact that my previous article.

I believe that for a year I was all out of text. Perhaps it was the by no means finishing snow, or the truth that we comprise moved in direction of 2 factors of the newspaper a 7 days, or the truth of the matter that my spouse and I are starting off a refreshing food stuff organization, my brain includes not been inside of producing. It takes place.

I experienced outstanding momentum coming out of the Fresh Yr starting up blocks. I felt geared up in the direction of choose upon a thing– freelance composing, novel composing, something producing. Whilst I past remaining your self I was sending a partial in the direction of an representative. Effectively, that didn’t shift the course I experienced hoped. (more…)


For Cristina without an H

For my entire life I have been two people. A real Cristina and an imagined Christina. I am Cristina, named after a client my mother had when she worked as a hairstylist that many years ago. TI am Cristina couldn’t eat at the table without a wet dishcloth because I would go into an instant hissy fit if food got on her face or hands and there was nothing to wash it off with.

I am Cristina, an introvert who prefers the quiet of her home over public places, but can pass as an extrovert, though it will wear me out immensely at the end of the day. I am Cristina, who can’t hit a basket to save my life (or a net with a puck or…the list goes on). That being said, I did nearly start a one-girl stand-off in a pet store when the clerk told me that a dog that they were giving away free would be killed if it didn’t get a home soon.

I am the real Cristina, who studied sports medicine because it was easy, but ached to be an artist, which I knew was going to be the most difficult, gut-wrenching path to follow. I am the real Cristina, who had cancer at 38 and knows now I won’t live forever, but doesn’t really know what to do with that information.

TI am Cristina who cries at the littlest things, always has, Cristina who loves her children fiercely and thinks they are worth a million times more than the gross domestic product, Cristina who is generally a hot unorganized mess and readily admits it after arguing that she is trying her best and Cristina who wants to read and write more than she actually does those things and wants literary success but kicks and screams for the paltry little windows of time she has to make that happen.

For Cristina without an “H”

For nearly all of my life people have been trying to change my name, trying to give my alter-ego its due. No matter how I often I say I am Cristina without an “H,” the “H” finds its way in. At times it has been nothing short of a migraine-inducing inconvenience. There have been legal documents that have had to be rewritten, applications that have had to be re-entered.

Once I didn’t get paid for work because the bank couldn’t be sure that I was the person named on the check because there was an “H” typed in the name, though my last name Trapani-Scott is so unique that in the global community of the World Wide Web there isn’t one single other person with my exact name, H-less or otherwise. In recent years, I have even caught myself by surprise as I slip that H in there as I type my name.

Sometimes, I do wonder what it might be like to be Christina with an “H.” (more…)