This piece of creative nonfiction is based on a journal entry I wrote in the early 1990s I sit alone in the coffee shop. It is the kind of self-conscious coffee shop that sells Fair-Trade coffee in large white ceramic mugs and serves food on mismatched china. The baristas are young, attractive, pierced and tattooed. … Continue reading Still-life with Coffee
Morning coffee Courses through my veins Like rich red blood Washes away the cobwebs That gathered in the night Becomes the hum That at least for these sweet moments Drowns out the buzz of worries And troubled thoughts As I am filled with crystal clarity White ceramic resolve © 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All … Continue reading A Jolt of Caffeine to My Soul
Morning coffee Courses through my veins Like rich red blood Washes away the cobwebs That gathered in the night Becomes the hum That at least for these sweet moments Drowns out the buzz of worries And troubled thoughts As I am filled with crystal clarity White ceramic resolve 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray … Continue reading A Jolt of Caffeine to My Soul
I grew up with my divorced mother in my grandmother’s 200 year old New England farm house. The house had only been previously inhabited by multiple generations of one other family and was still assembled with wooden pegs when my grandparents bought it in the 1930s for their expanding family. Elena Louisa Vecchione, or Helen, … Continue reading My Grandmother’s Kitchen Table
Brave & Reckless 