In memory of Dylan an image of you lingers at the edges of my vision lurking waiting patiently to catch me unaware punch me in the solar plexus hard fierce I see you straddling no-man’s land at top of the jungle gym late afternoon sun basking your golden curls into a halo feet firmly planted … Continue reading Peter Pan – Christine E. Ray
This is one of my very favorite pieces of Spoken word poetry. This literally makes me feel almost every emotion I am humanly capable of. It is beautiful, full of joy, full of compassion, full of pain, full of authenticity and it deserves your time. “When they tell you your love is just a phase, … Continue reading Spoken Word Poetry: Phases/ Written & Performed by Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett
he found her under the porch where wounded animals hide to lick their wounds alone heartbeats racing bodies trembling tears trailing down faces covered in dirt from the dark dusty recesses its not clear what impulse made him extend a hand she looked like she might bite but he was brave and good-hearted and knew … Continue reading second star to the right, straight on til morning
life offers me bittersweet herbs i place them on my tongue wake my taste buds porcupine in my hands with trembling heartbeat stirs tenderness even as quills bite skin droplets of my blood rise to the surface i could weep from the beauty i could weep from the pain i am fiercely vulnerable there is thunder … Continue reading Bittersweet
I am routinely pricked with pins sensations disturbingly do not match asymmetry my right hand right leg become phantoms their volume dialed down muted ghosts of former selves prone to unpredictable behavior I keep rubbing my right hand trying to show it what it is like to feel ‘remember’ I implore it does not have … Continue reading Vibrational Sensory Loss
A collaborative poem with my incredibly talented friend Stephen Fuller. applause fills my ears like gin in my glass accolades for how well I convey pain others’ consume. I am their proxy their stand-in these words tears, blood I give tiny pins that prick nerves like strings tying up this human condition I am grateful … Continue reading Queue the Music/A Mad World Poem-Christine Ray & Stephen Fuller
Brave & Reckless 