Being born and raised in the Phillipines and then transplanted to Connecticut since 1985 (off and on) during those uncertain times, has brought me a world of experiences in itself. Especially to someone whose senses were keen and perspectives a bit muted. But whatever in this place has certainty? Always, we walk on ambigous ground, boundaries. In some shape, imperfection resides. And somehow in what we are given, we must smoothen out the wrinkles, perhaps tears and sometimes, total dismemberment.
Despite broken trails, due to being Amerasian and a product of the Vietnam War, I have always struggled to make my own. Whether my path zig-zagged and sometimes just giving the illusion of the straight and narrow. I pride myself in ownership iregardless. I may not be well received for my nakedness or commonality. But I try to go beyond boundaries and attempt to achieve universality, from brute to beauty.
I write whenever I can, although my time is precious. For I try to give all I can to my children, Tiana and Joseph, who I know by the blink of an eye- their youth will just be photographs and sadness in the heart. Love and obsession are the meat of my poems. Loss and the fear of loss also consumes me. Having a handful of poems scattered in anthologies and on the internet, I am currently at the finishing stages of my first collection of poems. And in closing, I strive for what Pablo Neruda wrote in his poem, entitled "Sweetness Always".
Selected Works by: Cristina Querrer From This House It So Happened Comments and or replies might be directed too: Cristina Querrer
From This HouseNo one knows of my addiction.
It So HappenedSo our shadows have touched
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