As I continue to mull over the events of the last week, several thoughts have crossed my mind. Given the Supreme Court's ruling on gun rights, I think ALL women in the United States should consider purchasing a gun to help assist them in preventing unplanned pregnancies. In fact, arming women and girls could become … Continue reading What say you, America?!
at times I am a danger to self and others roaring in like a tornado of ideas passion art supplies discarded shoes a guitar pick or two poem fragments leaving chaos in my wake I am prone to standing on soap boxes flaming sword in hand a pierced, buzz cut tattooed Joan of Arc invoking … Continue reading Warning Label – Christine E. Ray
i used to worry that others would finally see the truth of me my midnight darkness entwined with silver light reject me as the monster withdraw their love threaten to set my house ablaze with their self-righteous torches i no longer have the time nor the patience for the faint of heart the weak of … Continue reading That was Then, This is Now – Christine E. Ray
the floor stretches before me black and white checkerboard tile feet glide soundlessly to the waltz in my head my arms arched as if partnered but empty silent transparent forms swirl around me lost in the dance do they know I wonder that they are behind the veil? perhaps it only matters to me left … Continue reading Waltz of Spirits – Christine E. Ray
This autobiographical fragment from my first year of grad school in the early 1990s may be triggering for some readers. It frankly addresses suicidal ideation. I stand in front of the open window of my one bedroom apartment in my building which is simply named “Graduate Tower B.” The building is as generic, as bland, … Continue reading Here I Stand – Christine E. Ray
Originally published by the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective sometimes, adopting the names ‘writer’ and ‘poet’ led her to encounters with the most amazing minds connecting her with a larger community at other times she thought that ‘writer’ and ‘poet’ were the loneliest names she had ever called herself waking up every morning to unzip her … Continue reading On Becoming a Poet