winter storms have been taking their toll leaving me battered bruised too fatigued to raise an arm turn face toward new day’s flat gray sky aching knees tender wrists buzzing ears an advanced warning system I have become a barometer finely tuned to detect latest atmospheric shift Photo by Christian SPULLER on Unsplash © 2024 … Continue reading Barometer – Christine E. Ray
I long to paint but this unceasing palette of dirty whites of tired grays that lurk outside each window sucks the rich marrow from my bones whittles my winter- chilled fingers into skeletal twigs silvery bark peeling clumsy useless a cardinal briefly breaks my monotonous horizon a small spot of vivid crimson I drink thirstily … Continue reading Paler Shade of Winter – Christine E. Ray
the transformation was so slow so gradual that I was unaware bones had turned glass joints brass clockwork until they seized from lack of lubrication made me stumble gracelessly onto cracked tiles hands once strong supple now tremble fail to grasp fail to open jars and tubs of balms of potions that clutter dresser top … Continue reading Lost Key
hanging on the edge of what was and what lies ahead time unravels in my aching hands reminding me how shaky my grip has become I have fought long hard to hold to illusion that nothing needs to change that I have not changed white-knuckled I cling to control my deepest held religion whispering novenas … Continue reading Stages of Grief
weighed down by sterile syllables that do not roll off tongue with ease taste of examination rooms rubbing alcohol hand sanitizer poked and prodded under glare of fluorescent lights that make the blossoming head pain triggered by waiting room perfume aftershave turn into throb over right eye not enough time to sound out new labels … Continue reading Anticlimax
fatigue hangs on me like heavy ornaments on a late February Christmas tree branches brittle and bare needles dropping to floor carpeted in half-finished projects incomplete thoughts good--but soon forgotten-- intentions so much aromatic debris carelessly spilling around my feet © 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 