Poetry
August Shakeup (It’s a Crazy Ride Between Centered and September)
by Christina Hubbard. I swear. There’s an earthquake Each year come August. Here’s Summer, mosying along, Cannon-balling into the…
August 31, 2018by Christina Hubbard. I swear. There’s an earthquake Each year come August. Here’s Summer, mosying along, Cannon-balling into the…
August 31, 2018by Christina Hubbard It’s been said one shouldn’t write while in process. I don’t write like that. To me,…
December 19, 2017by Christina Hubbard I’ve been struggling with my mess. My physical, emotional, intellectual, and soulful mess. The visual of…
November 15, 2017The other day I dropped a glass jar of raspberry jam on my toe. I hunched between the open…
August 16, 2017//Laying on my white bed, I listened to the voicemail. A friend talking sense and love and reason, Things…
July 14, 2017Every day and every night I hear Your Word, (Whoa oh oh oh) Every day and every night I…
March 15, 2017