Our Blood Into Ink

I reject stifling silence

I will speak truth unflinching

I refuse to smile through gritted teeth

during the rewriting of my history

into a palatable bedtime story for others’ comfort

I will not be polite

or grateful for crumbs

and patronizing pats on the head

I have no use for your pity

Instead, I will join hands with my sisters and brothers

Warriors all

and we shall tell our tales of survival

Rich iron blood shall turn into ink

in fountain pens held in our resolved hands

and will flow across pages

blaze brightly in the night sky

 

 

The Daily Song: History Matthew Mayfield

I will admit to becoming a little obsessed with Matthew Mayfield over the last few months. There is something about his rawness and intensity that really resonates with me as a poet and as a woman.  This is spare but endlessly haunting, achingly beautiful and so very, very human.


 


History

Matthew Mayfield

Never thought it would end up this way

Never thought it be true

I’ve always known that love is gambling

Just never thought I could loose on you

And how do I move now that you’ve moved on?

And how do I fight now that you’re long gone?

And how I dream now that you don’t believe?

Say goodbye, we’re history

Yhea we’re history

All the reasons I have faith in you

All the meaning behind

Every season that I spent with you

I never thought that you would cross the line

And how do you feel when you walk into the door?

And how do you look in the mirror anymore?

And how do you toss the idea of you and me?

Say goodbye, we’re history

Yhea we’re history

Mhmm…

Scent of Jasmine

Your curves call me

From across the room

Begging my palms

To travel languidly

Across your terrain

 

Your scent is jasmine

Filling my nose, my brain

Reminding me that you are

An exotic garden

Waiting to be explored

 

Your hair cascades

Down your back

I want to bury my nose

And hands into it

 

Your coffee with cream skin

Feels like a bolt of the finest

Silk, flowing like a waterfall

Against my fingertips

 

Your eyes, deep brown

With flecks of gold

Hold warmth and invitation

Bring me into your orbit

 

Your mouth whispers for me

To come closer, ever closer

And taste your bee-stung lips

And press my womanly curves to yours

 

Before the night grows cold

Spoken Word: Gestalt/OldePunk

It was an honor and a pleasure to have the opportunity to record OldePunk’s amazing poem Gestalt

Gestalt

Grasping convolutions

anything will do really

corrugated steel rictus

pulls at corners

a shadow play

in ritual dusk

down another

glass of slow derision

at the nearest

watering hole

wondering how and why

I am unholy

reconcile I’m alone

with the pictures

we both inhabit

I could not hold

the fire

so now I choke

on smoke

and bathe in ashes

my breath stinks

of rebellion

my words are heavy

and low, lo

unto tomorrow

riveting the compunction

to depart the now

the how and when of it

matter little

respond to extinguish

the embers

of my love, of

your ruin

I absolve myself

of any wrongdoing

It’s stern

your reflection

I return

to the objection

and babe

it’s all gone down

it’s all your fault

it’s not the noun

it’s not this town

the fade of gestalt

that I caught

standing outside

looking in at

your origins

I am spread too thin

and I know I will

not win

impart the devolution

of the anatomy

of we

I am left alone

with the memories

that we both inhabit

I still wonder why you

left-handed

the wave goodbye

but would not look

in my way

I am disinterested

with what comes next

or the aftermath

of my part, apart

I am full to the brim

of empty

I know I haven’t the strength

to begin, again.

Think I will take

a walk down to the ocean

and see if

a baptism in the cold

salt of seas

can free me

from the loss

of the pictures

we both inhabit

 

image courtesy of Google Images and K. Layton

My Heart is a Mystery That Remains Unsolved

How many hours of my life

have been spent looking out moving windows?

Gazing out at sea’s horizon

feet planted in cool sand

feeling the vastness of it all?

So much time across the decades

engaged in trying to see beyond this mundane world

searching for hidden realms

signs of the divine

secrets of my own heart

Fingertips brushing the static electricity

edges of truth just beyond my reach but

never quite understanding the physics

of stepping from here

to there

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

Spoken Word: Nightbringer-OldePunk/RamJet Poetry

It was an honor and a pleasure to record a Spoken Word Version of OldePunk’s poem Nightbringer.  This was originally published on the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.

 

Nightbringer

At the Altar of Life

granite and obsidian

carved into all that is, was, or will be

are the letters, in silver

of my existence

I am the nightbringer

I am shadow, and dust

lost dreams and broken homes

dark rooms and rust

I appear as you do

but the curse I bear

Oh, the sorrow

you will come to know

Anachronistic

life leech

vampire

draining sustenance

all of you are candles

But I am a pyre

You will love me, feed me

support me

carry me home

Call me friend, brother, sister, lover

Wife or Husband

we strive to live as you

We wish to taste love

As you do, to commit freely

The curse

And oh, the sorrow

How I wish to give

But all I can do is

Borrow

And Take

The lies, the drugs, the sex

The gambling and gin

The doctors, the lawyers, the authorities

The institutions that came and went

All to quiet this

raging conflagration within

You can never understand

your love you give and you give

Over and over

more and more

With the fears and the memories

of what has come before

The Wasteland in my mind

haunts dense and deadly

the war with ghosts

that no one can see

This chain of horror

that clenches my throat

Of use to none

I will scorch and burn

Everything I see

I try to show you how to burn

Just like me

I am the nightbringer

And I can only grant you

my tragedy

Oh, the sorrow…

You have come to know

The hard truth you see

the only way to save yourself,

The only way to love me

Is by letting me go

And you know who I am

I know that you see

Mark these words dear

before you burn

Just Like Me

Poetry: Ela Thompson’s “The Labyrinth”

Mesmerizing. “Deep in the tree of my back,
I carve out a phantom limb, like an Old Testament god, I try
to make two of one.
Turn me out wretched; I cannot be the one in my dream,
I can not be of two, an Adam and an Eve,
instead I am in halves and burning for a body that I can reason with.”

Heavy Feather Review

My grandmother’s house was painted a dark, graying eggshell blue
and was very near the southern border of the Catskill Mountains.
After the death of my grandfather                   she sold the house, the barn, the many
acres of field and forest.                   No one was surprised.
Death                                 contaminates the heavy rivers of our bodies
and we must                             move on.
Bound as we are,                       even as a hidden culture,
her family has spread          out from that place—
a daughter in California,
a son in the Carolinas,
a son in Massachusetts,
a daughter in Wyoming
a daughter who never left
a daughter who never settled down—
like seeds on the wind,
only growing shallow roots                                   in acidic soils.
My mother, head of black curls,
once told me that we are like the rhododendron,
which blooms large, bright, and heavy in the woods,
belonging to the far place…

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The Daily Song: Rescue You Johnnyswim

One of my favorite music discoveries in the last year is Johnnyswim, duo and life-partners Amanda Sudano and Abner Ramirez.  Their voices together are lush and gorgeous and make me feel.  The lyrics of Rescue You just knocked me out. Wow.


 


Rescue You

Songwriters: Amanda Sudano Ramirez / Abner Pedro Ramirez / Natalie Hemby
You know how to make me worry

And you love that I do it so well

You’ve always been in a hurry

To bring me down to your old hell

And I don’t know why I keep trying and trying again

Cause I know now I’m never really gonna win

My love can’t rescue you

Can’t make your mountains move

Won’t make your desert bloom

The way you want it to

My love can’t heal the scars

You carved on your own heart

My love can’t rescue you

The way you want it to

Not the way you want it to

You drew me up to your tower

Lured by the fame of your spell

A hero’s kiss with no power

Tried to bring you back to life and failed

And I don’t know why I keep trying and trying again

Oh I know now I’m, I’m never gonna win

My love can’t rescue you

Can’t make the mountains move

Won’t make your desert bloom

The way you want it to

My love can’t heal the scars

You carved on your own heart

My love can’t rescue you

The way you want it to

Not the way you want it to

I’ve given you a lifeline, given you time

Oh, but you rather sink than swim

You blame history, you blaming me

But you are your own worst enemy

Oh, I don’t know why I keep trying again

I know now I’m, I’m never gonna win

My love can’t rescue you

Can’t make the mountains move

Won’t make your desert bloom

The way you want it to

My love can’t heal the scars

That you carved on your own heart

My love can’t rescue you

The way you want it to

Not the way you want it to

Oh, not the way I, I want it to

The Daily Song: Desire Matthew Mayfield

Matthew Mayfield’s voice and his lyrics haunt me, they curl up and get under my skin.  They make me ache and remember who I used to be, what passion used to be when I was young and wild and time stretched out like a highway.  His whisky and smoke voice smolders and I can almost sense the lava inside of him.  Good stuff.


 

 


Desire

Heavy breath on my fingertips

I can feel you waiting

Wrapped inside of a lover’s spiral

No hesitating

The orbit, the tightrope, the sound

Spin me round and round

The walls fall down


My am I on fire for you

My am I on fire for you

Is this one desire for you?

My am I on fire for you


Circle back and the room is static

But still I taste you

Hearts are tethered, spoken forever

I’m always on your side

Could be, should be lines

Always drawn

They’re erased tonight


My am I on fire for you

My am I on fire for you

Is this one desire for you?

My am I on fire for you


My am I on fire

My am I on fire


My am I on fire for you

My am I on fire for you

Is this one desire for you?

For you