We Cannot Look Away: Not another 17, not another One (Parkland, February 14, 2018)

Just another day just another town bullet perforated backpacks spilling loose-leaf lined paper, textbooks onto blood stained sidewalks helicopters hovering to give us the birds eye view I tried to avert my eyes out of respect for the dead the injured but I could not look away Christine Ray Even though I should Because I … Continue reading We Cannot Look Away: Not another 17, not another One (Parkland, February 14, 2018)

We Cannot Look Away: Not another 17, not another One

unforgotten Just another day just another town bullet perforated backpacks spilling loose-leaf lined paper, textbooks onto blood stained sidewalks helicopters hovering to give us the birds eye view I tried to avert my eyes out of respect for the dead the injured but I could not look away Christine Ray Even though I should Because … Continue reading We Cannot Look Away: Not another 17, not another One

Midnight Precedes- OldePunk/RamJet Poetry & Christine Ray/Brave and Reckless

Midnight precedes The dawning of you Shadows and peaches Lavender and spices Rare, honeyed tongue Sings rapture My soliloquy of you Cool moonlight Carves your shadow Against stark walls But you are smooth whiskey Intoxicating to my parched soul Cedar and pine Warm earth against my skin From earth it begins Aquiline movements Fostered by … Continue reading Midnight Precedes- OldePunk/RamJet Poetry & Christine Ray/Brave and Reckless

Feminism is my Realism- Kindra M. Austin & Christine Ray

Originally published on Whisper and the Roar I am Organism Female Defense Mechanism Natural Feminism is my Realism Because #MeToo, Motherfuckers I’ve been abused Been paid less cash Called a Radical Cunt a Bleeding Heart Liberal and Put in my place— Not my place, but theirs I’ve been judged by the size of my body … Continue reading Feminism is my Realism- Kindra M. Austin & Christine Ray

We Cannot Look Away: Not another 17, not another One

A year ago today, unforgotten Just another day just another town bullet perforated backpacks spilling loose-leaf lined paper, textbooks onto blood stained sidewalks helicopters hovering to give us the birds eye view I tried to avert my eyes out of respect for the dead the injured but I could not look away Christine Ray Even … Continue reading We Cannot Look Away: Not another 17, not another One