Thanks to JP Howard for her folio of my work and thoughts at The Mom Egg. New poems and an interview. The work is going in so many fun directions! Read about it here.
#WomanCentered Christina Springer I am very honored to be part of this incredible collection of women's voices. #WomanCentered is an independent project by conceptual artist and community organizer, Natasha Marin. Inspired by Women at the Center, a project created with support from the United Nations Foundation Universal Access Project. This series of interviews seeks to tell the inspiring, interconnected stories of women’s reproductive health, rights, and empowerment. Eyedrum Periodically recently published a piece which has been folded into a new video "A Particular Order. " Read the poem here! |
New (ish)First and most importantly, so glad you stopped by. This whole site is about to get a redesign. So, I'm going to give you a few quick new highlights.
Frayed Edge Press released a collection of my poetry The Splooge Factory in November of 2018. So exciting! Here's a nifty podcast interview with me! So grateful to Jesse & PJ Sage. We had so much fun! Give a listen. 
I have an Etsy Shop now! In my Etsy shop are all of my doodles on pillows, t-shirts, and mugs. I'm envisioning Black womanist home furnishing for everyone. I bet by this point, you're starting to get what I mean when I say, "Spirit say do, and I do."
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#BlackPoetsSpeakOut came about from a brainstorming session between Amanda Johnston, Mahogany "Mo" Browne, Jonterri Gadson, Jericho Brown, Sherina Rodriguez-Sharpe, & Maya Washington on a Cave Canem Facebook group. Together, they developed a posting strategy. Here is a lovely write up about the project in Radius. Cultural Front was the first website to begin rounding up the tremendous response from Black poets. I performed my poem, "Them Ghosts" which was originally published under the titled "Report From Nottaway Plantation by Fledgling Rag Issue 13.
Rhino Poetry's new issue has given a home to my poem, "Some Ghosts." The link will take you to a Youtube reading.
Recent Visuals
.New acrylic on canvas, mixed media assemblage and relics for Rebrand The Past.
I am so excited, however, that many of my visual pieces have a temporary home at the Greater Pittsburgh Arts Council's exhibit Matereal.
I also offer Alt.Black fabric, gift wrap and wallpaper on Spoonflower. Please, check them out!
I am so excited, however, that many of my visual pieces have a temporary home at the Greater Pittsburgh Arts Council's exhibit Matereal.
I also offer Alt.Black fabric, gift wrap and wallpaper on Spoonflower. Please, check them out!
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The Fishermen Have No Nets
Poem/Video by Christina Springer ~ Music by Windafire The Fishermen Have No Nets is both a new beginning and a continuation of my multi-media production "She Diva Died. & Come Again?" It is a continuation because the character SheDreams is still very active and portions of this poem and video are out takes from the final production. It is a new beginning because it is my first true collaboration with Windafire. Step by step, month by day, we exchanged ideas, shared imagery and shaped this video. It is also the first time in a long while I haven't let my vocals drive a piece. She Dreams is also becoming a rather large voice in the new big work entitled Rebrand The Past: Experiments In~Tuition We have some wonderful projects in the studio. So, kindly consider PATREON! Tax deductible contributions are always welcome through Fractured Atlas. |
Electronic Corpse. I am so pleased to have sent "Electronic Corpse: poems from a digital salon" is now available on Amazon! This anthology exemplifies the mission. Create. Collaborate. Build Community.
Ultimately, the world is saturated by the perfected poem. Rarely, do we allow audiences to slip inside our sacred inner sanctum. If they did, they might witness us hard at play, luxuriating in the joy of language. They might catch us being precisely present in the craft. They might glimpse a perfect poem. This book is your invitation to our games.
Ultimately, the world is saturated by the perfected poem. Rarely, do we allow audiences to slip inside our sacred inner sanctum. If they did, they might witness us hard at play, luxuriating in the joy of language. They might catch us being precisely present in the craft. They might glimpse a perfect poem. This book is your invitation to our games.
