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Ain’t I A Woman? – Christine E. Ray
no lipstick sits upon my dresser top no long-handled brush graces my hair for 100 nightly strokes bras panties nestle neatly in the upper drawer in practical cottons not a bow or piece of lace to be found faint lines around the eyes silver threaded through close-cropped hair betray my age but do not give … Continue reading Ain’t I A Woman? – Christine E. Ray
This Bridge Called My Back – Christine E. Ray
young ones you glance in my direction but you do not see your eyes slide off me as if I wear my gray hair my fine lines like a woven cloak of invisibility should I strip myself in front of you baring my vulnerability baring my rage? could you then see what lies beneath? this … Continue reading This Bridge Called My Back – Christine E. Ray
Tuesday Morning Serenade
slow morning wake interrupted unexpected serenade ‘pretty woman’ sung slightly off-key with confident bravado only a stranger wandering by an open window while wearing headphones can muster another might imagine it a command performance meant for only my ears but i no longer hold illusions of ‘pretty’ ‘pretty’ belongs to smooth soft cheeks bloomed with … Continue reading Tuesday Morning Serenade
Poetry Fragment: Bodies at Rest and In Motion
Ain’t I A Woman? – Christine E. Ray
no lipstick sits upon my dresser top no long-handled brush graces my hair for 100 nightly strokes bras panties nestle neatly in the upper drawer in practical cottons not a bow or piece of lace to be found faint lines around the eyes silver threaded through close-cropped hair betray my age but do not give … Continue reading Ain’t I A Woman? – Christine E. Ray
Brave & Reckless 