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Smelly

Christina Chevie

2019-11-07

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...

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Waiting For The Poetry

Christina Chevie

2019-11-07

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....

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Stuck In A Doorway

Christina Chevie

2019-09-15

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...

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3 am India

Christina Chevie

2019-09-09

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...

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Written On A Park Bench

Christina Chevie

2019-09-09

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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