Mia Cristin

where chaotic mid-service stir intersects the quiet pockets of your memories. where sugar tastes sweeter than sweet and bitter ends are now savory beginnings. This is where we meet. Mia is one of many home grown poets from the bay area, rooted in 101s rush hour traffic and raised to play in the poppy fields of highway one. catch her in a chalk circle or two every thursday night or so, and maybe she’ll read you a poem, enjoy.