knowing pours over me an ice cold waterfall that leaves me stripped bare pink raw pieces of the woman I used to be washed away like chalk drawings in the relentless flow illusion of control of mastery over my life my body my mind erodes dissolves streams over a rocky cliff to a deep well … Continue reading Erosion – Christine E. Ray
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
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
i long to paint but this unceasing palette of dirty whites and tired grays that lurk outside every 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
i measure time stitch by careful stitch my needle smoothly gliding through the fabric rhythmic measured the threads weaving a kind of peace with each neat x placed I measure meaning syllable by painstaking syllable my blood of ink alternately rushing stumbling seizing a breath such deep sacred breath exhaled with each word wrestled free … Continue reading I’ve Got New rules
reached for basic black today red, blue and gold hang untouched in the closet lasso of truth forlorn in the corner too heavy for these tired arms outlines of a plane just visible in the driveway covered in fine layer of dust the world feels like it is moving on without me a blur of … Continue reading Requiem for Wonder Woman
Brave & Reckless 