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About christineemmert

Words have been part of my life. First the spoken word in my time as an actress and increasingly the written word in my shift to writer. I write across the genres, but mostly as a playwright and poet. My interest as my life extends is in the realm of tethering myth to the mundane reality where I live. In this vein I have expanded into stories and novels. Presently I look at how myths taken from past cultures can affect us today. Hence my novella of Lilith which is out on Kindle . I live in the Eastern Woodlands where I try to incorporate nature into my many writing projects. We are so in danger of losing that link to our very planet!

One Picture/A Thousand Words

People in wheelchairs being pulled and lifted out of the hallways of the Capitol —our house as well as the men with offices there!–is truly disturbing. The health bill which trashes the most vulnerable is being protested at great risk … Continue reading

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Father’s Day

My father was an angry sad man. He tried not to be, but he was bitter that his life did not go the way he wished. He said he loved us, but we always irritated him with our laughter and … Continue reading

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Sounds in the Dark

We live near a place where many people suffered and died. Sometimes in the night there are sighs that come to wake me or even screams. Many would say I was hearing ghosts or just losing my real hearing. What … Continue reading

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A Turtle’s Walk In the Rain

Our car almost ran over a turtle this morning making her way across the road. It was wet and cold. She seemed slower than the usual thoughts of how a turtle proceeds, coming out of one wood to cross the … Continue reading

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Living in Other Worlds

The people that live in more than one world live at an accelerated rate. Artists are such creatures.  They have their mundane loves, families, friends, pets, political affiliations….and they have their created worlds that often come bumping into their mundane … Continue reading

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Swords and Songs

So much of Scotland highland history is of the swords of warring factions and the yearning songs of the people.  The land itself seems glued together by the blood of the divisions as well as the hopes of the people.  … Continue reading

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The cold hand of Springtime

Spring usually evokes images of warmer times.  However, we had an airstrike yesterday.  Not exactly the image of flowering plants and singing birds. We were warned by TS Eliot that “April is the cruelest month.”  How cruel is it to … Continue reading

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