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
the past sits in front of me an old, battered trunk that I drag reluctantly with me from place to place I keep it in the attic like the unwanted baggage that it is covered in cobwebs it is dusty makes me sneeze multiple padlocks and straps keep the lid securely in place opening this trunk … Continue reading Unpacking – Christine E. Ray
the streets run red with the blood of innocents deemed acceptable collateral damage in an uncivil war where corporations and fetuses enjoy more rights more protections than living children who remain caught in the crosshairs their transparent packs carried on slight shoulders heavy with the weight of our future stains from the latest massacre scrubbed from … Continue reading The Madness of Crowds (Parkland, February 14, 2018)
I do not forget. Parkland, February 14, 2018 the streets run red with the blood of innocents deemed acceptable collateral damage in an uncivil war where corporations and fetuses enjoy more rights more protections than living children who remain caught in the crosshairs their transparent packs carried on slight shoulders heavy with the weight of our … Continue reading The Madness of Crowds
I wake in a nest of pillows and blankets that smell of fresh straw and heather, blood and sex. Way too much light is coming in for this to be my city apartment, with its blackout shades and heavy curtains. I must be in my crash pad, the shell of a crumbling church a couple … Continue reading Hangover
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
Brave & Reckless 