we came to forget hoping distance time could ease our grief fewer reminders around us of what was lost to stop us dead in our tracks paralyze us with longing but we merely traded one house of sorrow for another glimpses of you caught from the corner of an eye echoes of your footsteps down … Continue reading The Little Stranger – Christine E. Ray
poetry is oft written by those who love too much too freely hearts splayed open on sterile dissection trays cool stainless pins trapping vulnerable fluttering edges i am a darker object I fear I love too little too miserly my specimen heart muffled below weighted blankets fingers absently rolling small plastic beads that dwell below … Continue reading Darker Object – Christine E. Ray
poetry is oft written by those who love too much too freely hearts splayed open on sterile dissection trays cool stainless pins trapping vulnerable fluttering edges i am a darker object I fear I love too little too miserly my specimen heart muffled below weighted blankets fingers absently rolling small plastic beads that dwell below … Continue reading Darker objects
grief the connective tissue webbed between each bone dangles unresolved from bleached ribs marbled shreds of tissue ruffling the edges of my open chest cavity simultaneously both obscene and achingly lovely rage the iron in the blood that travels twisty veins and arteries in an endless roller coaster loop sometimes gentle but often fierce crashing … Continue reading Composition of a Woman
I tell myself it is unexpected snow in tonight’s forecast Mother Nature’s cruel April Fools’ joke that makes my joints ache chills me to the bone not loss not mortality edging ever closer breathing frost lilies onto the back of my neck etching ice crystals roses onto my heart © 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – … Continue reading April Fools Day
In memory of Lieselotte Porter 1925-2018 another empty chair another empty corner only resurrection assured this Easter morn are my ghosts who brokers the introductions? I wonder as my past collides into my present room made at my grandmother’s round kitchen table for one more they drink Maxwell House drip Cremora and cheap cut glass sugar … Continue reading Coffee Klatch
Brave & Reckless 