about

Born in the sagebrush— la poète was an artist and naturalist when her mother still dressed her in overalls.  Writing in the dust under juniper trees and the losses therein cultivated a parched humor and Irish-Catholic surrealism.  At seventeen, she moved to “The Biggest Little City in the World” to play trumpet professionally while studying music, literature, and sciences of the occidental variety.

At home in the mountains, she abides in a northern California cottage, where the Sierra Nevada meet the Cascades.  Firefighter and fire lookout, she spent ten years living off-grid atop mountain peaks and poking at a typewriter from a house in the forest.  As an intellectual, she is dedicated to research, teaching, and activism through socio-cultural anthropology, at present.

Writer and musician– she has recited and performed her original words and music at open-mics in the American West.  She also interprets American folk music with coffee and whisky.  So far, her poetry has appeared in Haggard & Halloo, the Cosumnes River Journal, and local and online publications.

A person of humanity, she has worked to support indigenous sovereignty through traditional ecology, especially Native American Mountain Maidu communities of California. More recently, returned from living in a small provincial city in western Tanzania of equatorial Africa, la poète seeks to understand understand varied meanings of family, home, healing, and music. She is particularly fond of Tanzanian concepts of kinship and family, and Congolese song and dance.

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23 thoughts on “about

  1. Hey Christina (I saw everyone on here call you that)! Thanks for following my blog, and I hope you enjoy what I have to write about! I have enjoyed reading your poetry and look forward to seeing more! Writing it the revolution! Poets are the revolution! Much love and peace!

    Namaste,
    Keyla

  2. Have you ever read “Prodigal Summer” by Barbara Kingsolver? If not, I think you’d enjoy it.
    I find it fascinating you were a fire lookout- I too love nature and have considered trying that! How was it?

    1. Greetings, Kari. I have not read Kingsolver’s “Prodigal Summer,” but I will certainly look into it. Being a fire lookout was sometimes beautiful and tranquil, and sometimes a terrorizing battle. Fire lookouts must be fierce, in excellent health, able to endure extreme weather and be comfortable with solitude. I would never have traded my time on the mountains. Thank you for your kind reply. Contact/message me if you wish!

  3. Greetings from Australia,
    I like the idea of being in the wilderness and simply reflecting on the beauty of creation. I do it often here in the untamed wilderness of Australia. I suppose poetry and music is your way of expressing without words what your heart and soul feels. All the best on your journey.
    God bless

  4. Hi Christina, thanks for stopping by my blog and reading “Why husbands should handle (certain) situations.” I love the mountains of Northern California too. They are heaven on Earth.

  5. Hi Christina! I’m glad that you took the time to read my posting on the rain, and I hope that you liked it. I noticed that you live in Northern California. I hope you didn’t get hit with that huge storm that just hit that area. Feel free to stop by and visit often. Keep up the good writing.
    Mike

    1. Thank you very much, Mike, for you comment. Yes, we have been getting lots of rain, but no catastrophic flooding!

    1. wow, Tahir! thank you so much for the nomination. i am grateful and humbled. strange, i didn’t see this sooner….i guess i missed it! thank you again, and “see” you around. i enjoy your art too!

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