Author Archives: Christy B

About Christy B

Christy Birmingham is a freelance writer, author and poet. As the owner of When Women Inspire, she supports female initiatives to positively impact and change the world. In addition, she owns Poetic Parfait, a site dedicated to poetry and all kinds of literary goodness. Feel free to connect across the networks!

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The Winter Season: A Poetic Take

Winter has a way of making me long for spring and summer, when the weather is warmer and the outdoor activities are many. But rather than wishing it over, today I will celebrate the coldest season of the year here in Victoria. The winter sun looks on, and it is time to release a poem to honor the season. I hope you like it.

Winter Blue

The blue hues above my head won’t deceive me,
Not today.

The glass door swings shut behind me and
My mouth makes a beeline for
The black striped scarf hugging my neck.
My hands, from within the silky

Pockets of my fitted red jacket, are envious,
Only receiving a third of the protection they would
Get with the fuzzy gloves bundled in a
Box in the entranceway closet.

The wind fights for a taste of my neck,
But I won’t let it nibble,
Not even with my mind busy rotating cups of
Hot cocoa, lemon tea, and a marshmallow or two.

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Infusing Creativity into Your Life in 2017 (Guest Post)

Today’s guest post is from the talented writer Cynthia Sageleaf of Intuitive and Spiritual. Welcome to the site, Cynthia! When she approached me about providing a guest post full of helpful insights on creative exploration for the new year upon us, as well as offering a poem, I was stoked! Still am 😉 Take it away, Cynthia:

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Meet Cynthia Sageleaf. She’s out in nature and having a blast!

Tapping Into Your Creative Potential

The poem below reflects what goes on in my head during those early morning hours – that time before the world wakes up and I need to get moving for the day. I have now learned to cherish those moments, to center myself and to remember to strive for balance, if imperfectly.

I am a creative soul, but I’m always looking for ideas. This poem will shed some light on my morning routine and tapping into the Inner Knowing that unlocks creative potential.

The Wee Hours

Wake up early, groggy and still in the land of

Subconscious.

I take a breath and feel around in the ambient darkness for fuzzy slippers and soft overcoats…

I amble to that cushion where I will sit, cross-legged in the silent stillness of early morn. To find the balance. To find the Fountain of All Things.

I call upon my breath: cooler air when I inhale, and warmer air on the exhale.

Thirty times sixty seconds, the moments scroll by behind closed eyelids.

Flashes of color and drifting thoughts splatter against the screen…and slowly drip away, leaving the expanse of the Rest of the Universe.

But even when those thoughts stick like egg-based tempera…

The Aware Me gently prods the Unaware to move back to the breath, gently urging extraneous thoughts to drip away…like dripping blobs on painted wood that eventually congeal in the dry air.

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Poetry Contest – First Place Equality and Vision

*An update from the land of “blogging haitis”* I come with the exciting news of winning first place in the We Are All The Same Poetry Contest! If you have my book Versions of the Self or have been following this blog for a while now then you will likely recognize the poem “Equality and Vision.” If you haven’t read it before, I hope you will head over to Vanessa Souza D’Alessio’s site to check it out. I’m so pleased to have been chosen for first place!

The We Are All The Same Project, which funded the contest, is doing wonderful things for feminism so please take a look around and subscribe to the site too. Thank you to everyone who supports poetry, women’s rights, and my writing efforts.

♥ Christy

Inspire For A Better Life

by Christy Birmingham

Self-respecting we stand,
Where once we did hunch over
With guilt, second-prize ribbons and a
Countertop lined with ingredients to cook.

We stand tall in the glow of securing the
Right to vote, as we step toward visions of
Our equality with the muscular forces –
Let’s see the vision soon without wearing glasses,
Even within home walls where cameras do not go.

There is still work to do, as we strive for
Equal pay and we are haunted by the
Memories of physical and emotional abuse,
From past years, last months and this morning.

There are bodies that choose to chain us down.

We speak up louder with each day that passes,
Striving to reach a volume that cracks windows of
Disregard. We do not pass on opportunities to
Honor and represent the women who
Have brought us to the path we travel today.

We thank…

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Review: Christy Birmingham’s Poetry Collection “Versions of The Self”

A new review for “Versions of the Self” has lit up my day! Thank you to Sarah Potter for the 5 star review, words of encouragement, and detailed account of my book.

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Versions of the Self

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THE POETRY COLLECTION AS DESCRIBED BY CHRISTY 

Imagine a shift to the way you see the world that arises through poetic narration. Imagine the world, at its base level, is a collection of selves. These selves collide, disperse, intermingle, and share themselves in lines of free verse. Such is the premise of Versions of the Self, poetry that assumes multiple types of selves exist and relate in ways that alter them. Each of the eight chapters looks at a different type of self, including the singular “I” and romantic interactions. These unique 80 poems definitely color themselves outside of the lines.

MY REVIEW

Christy Birmingham has written her poetry collection Versions of The Self from the first-person viewpoint because it’s about her personal journey. At first I found the constant use of the word “I” off-putting, but my initial reaction fast metamorphosed into feeling privileged, as a reader, to share…

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