the Greek chorus has declared me damaged beyond repair incapable of a “normal” life “better off dead” say the well-meaning citizens than “broken” preferring the image of the golden haired innocent child angel comforted by a merciful God to a living angry woman who refuses to be silent I try not to let these voices … Continue reading This Room is Not for Rent
the memory is an old one I am 16 maybe 17 deeply asleep in my bedroom my sanctuary someone is touching me caressing my body kissing my mouth I cannot open my eyes I cannot move at all I fight against the sleep holding me in a vice panicked trying to rouse myself as I … Continue reading Anatomy of a Flashback – Christine E. Ray
there are those who read “survivor” and instead only see only hear “victim” who deem me “damaged” incapable of a “normal” life there are days I struggle there are nights I bleed while wolves howl at my door I know that I can be hard to love but it is an insult a mistake to tell … Continue reading Unleash the Dragon
the Greek chorus has declared me damaged beyond repair incapable of a “normal” life “better off dead” say the well-meaning citizens than “broken” preferring the image of the golden haired innocent child angel comforted by a merciful God to a living angry woman who refuses to be silent I try not to let these voices … Continue reading This Room is Not for Rent
In 2017, I was deeply honored when 1Wise-Woman invited me to record a spoken word version of her poem Where Did You Go? It is a deeply moving piece. Visit A Wise Woman Writes to read more of 1Wise-Woman's powerful words. https://soundcloud.com/christine-ray-464639061/where-did-you-go Where did you go? Little one With your smile as big as the … Continue reading Spoken Word:Where Did You Go? Written by 1Wise-Woman/A Lion Sleeps in the Heart of the Brave & Read by Christine Ray/Brave and Reckless
I travel a spiral path bare feet sinking deep into soft warm sand circles twisting ever tighter as I navigate this nautilus walls curved and translucent smooth to outstretched fingers ceiling growing ever toward me as I descend through chambers of memory become lost in smell of beach plum bayberry salt air call of gulls … Continue reading Nautilus
Brave & Reckless 