A Child Drinks Cool Water

My dear friend S Francis just keeps getting better and better.

To Be Determined

A child, this child now trying to jump to Man
After being told to be quiet for years, too many
Years remaining in his room for trying to speak
When the adults were talking, drunk, but talking.

He assembled words like Legos, building constructs
He could recognize out of plastic bricks snapped
Together into spaceships, cars, boats, and trains:
All the things George Bailey would have loved

If not for the forgotten strings tied around fingers
He didn’t own. Who should be held to account for
Zuzu’s Petals? Who should finally fix the bannister?
Who jumps in the cool water and saves the wingless Angel?

A child, this child with one step leaps forward to Man
A lightweight challenger to the image he became to be
Released from his room, Lego constructs gathering dust
On bookshelves and bureaus filled with scribbled paper.

To leap forward, this child stepped back to…

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Deadline Extended Until April 2, 2017: Writing Prompt Challenge

Deadline Extended Until 11:59 pm EST on Sunday, April 2, 2017

Writing Prompt: “The horizon breaks to pieces and the mainline is the twilight”

Using the writing prompt above, write a 100 to 750 word original piece that integrates the writing prompt. The prompt can used as the title, you can use the phrase intact or break it up however you want within the written piece. It can be a poem. prose, fiction, essay. Whatever floats your boat.
Submissions should be sent by 11:59 pm EST on Sunday, April 2, 2017 to christine.e.ray@gmail.com
Submissions will be judged by me and at least one guest judge (thank you Fran Gardner-Smith)
The winner’s piece will be published on Brave and Reckless and on your own blog. It will also get a plug on Brave and Reckless‘ Twitter and Facebook pages. It would be awesome if everyone who enters is willing to reblog the winning submission to their blog. BUT: you don’t have to have a blog to enter.
Please feel free to reblog the challenge invitation.
Love the submissions that already been received.  Looking forward to reading all of the work!

The Weyward Sisters: Songs of Ophelia A Collaboration from the Women of Sudden Denouement

Sudden Denouement’s Weyward Sister’s salute Ophelia

A Forum for Divergent Literature

you must remember

rosemary, pansies, fennel,

columbine and rue,

You forgot tansy, didn’t you?

When the ground freezes over

And your flowers crumble and brown

Let the ice in Hamlet’s Heart

And the Red on his hands

Deliver him forever from you.

And when you return again

From your journey to the sea

Never forget

It is you.

It was never he.

Rana Kelly/2nd star to the Left, straight on ’til morning

I sat and watched the current roll by today

I think I’d like to float away to a place that I cannot say

You were always directing the rivers flow

I trusted you knew where it would go

But you let me go adrift

Dream chaser isn’t that what you always said?

You’re where the love has always been

Dream chaser dream chaser

don’t mock me now

Its not always the same

You will find me in this…

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i will stage a rebellion

the lesson

the universe

is handing out

seems to be

humility

wants

to teach me

to graciously

ask for help

cry uncle

swallow

a lifetime of

independence

put aside

prickly pride

 

discovered

this week

where

budding

acceptance

becomes

rage

becomes

rebellion

 

if i cannot

walk

i will

fucking

crawl

elbows

may get

bruised

blood

may make

the path

slippery

but

a little glass

and

barbed wire

has never

slowed me down

before

 

the bite of pain

lends a

remarkable

clarity of

purpose

 

i am

not

defeated

yet

dammit

i am

just finding

my fight

My Manic Mind – WBD 2017

Mania, beautifully and evocatively captured by Nicole Lyons.

The Lithium Chronicles

I wrote My Manic Mind a couple of years ago to explain what mania feels like for me. I tried to write it in a way that everyone, bipolar or not, could understand and possibly relate to.

My Manic Mind has been featured on Feminine Collective and was published in their gorgeous book, Raw & Unfiltered, and I would like to share it again for everyone who follows the site and may not have had the chance to read it.

Happy World Bipolar Day, everyone. Welcome to My Manic Mind.

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I have bipolar disorder and sometimes, well sometimes, I think I’m blessed because of it. Now I’m not trying to glamorize mental illness; trust me when I tell you I’ve been to Hell and back so many times I have frequent flier miles. But I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t miss some of the more intense moments…

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Wire in the Blood-Christine Ray/Brave and Reckless

My latest poem on Sudden Denouement.

A Forum for Divergent Literature

The line

between the face

I show the world

and my shadow self

increasingly

grows

thin

 

Superimposed

images

blur

No longer clear

where one ends

and the other begins

 

I walk

deliberately

heel to toe

on the

knife’s edge

between

light

and

dark

Heaven

and

hell

Embracing

the risk

 

There is

wire in my blood

Tang of copper

Taste of hot iron

when I lick

the rich

red droplets

off my fingers

from the scabs

I deliberately

scratch open

 

I like

how alive

I feel

when I bleed

There is purity

to my pain

A high

that

happy

never offers

 

I know what

I am

supposed

to want

But my shadow self

wants to drive

for a while

 

That part of me

doesn’t give a

shit

about

content

This shadow me

craves

tightrope-walk-

over-the-abyss-

recklessness

90-mile-an-hour

drives-down-dirt-roads

Back-alley

open-mouthed-kisses

in-a-thunder-storm

There is wire in…

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My right foot

At 7:40 pm

on Wednesday night

my right foot went on strike

Declaring that unsafe

working conditions

too much unpaid overtime

and general lack

of appreciation

from the management

made continuing

unacceptable

impossible even

 

As we were walking

up a steep hill

at the time

at the end of a

very long day

i was not

amused

 

I tried

flattery

cajoling

threats

and finally resorted

to just dragging

my uncooperative

extremity along

 

Muttering

under my breath

the whole time

Accusing it

of being churlish

Acting like

a petulant child

Refusing to be a

team player

Reminding it

that my left foot

was tired too

But it certainly wasn’t

complaining!

 

My right foot

finally started to

cooperate again

But sulked the

rest of the way home

Damn ungrateful foot

Morning, My Nemesis

open one  eye

clock tells

woeful tale

overslept

again

sit slowly

so room

doesn’t

spin

drunk

stagger

to dress

lean

against

wall

to keep

balance

looking

every inch

as bad

as I feel

numbness

becomes

radiating pain

can take

my breath

away

seems ironic

shouldn’t

it hurt

less?

try not to

drop

anything

on the floor

I no

longer

bend

sometimes

the past

catches me

cold

leaves me

stuck

in the middle

of the room

trapped