This autobiographical fragment from my first year of grad school in the early 1990s may be triggering for some readers. It frankly addresses suicidal ideation. I stand in front of the open window of my one bedroom apartment in my building which is simply named “Graduate Tower B.” The building is as generic, as bland, … Continue reading Here I Stand – Christine E. Ray
some days I do not just feel sorrow some days I am the sorrow I am the grey sky that threatens spitting snow I am the heaviness in your limbs your shuffling gait reluctant to get where you are expected some days I am the sorrow the stark, leafless, skeletal branches of the trees dwelling … Continue reading I Am the Sorrow
some days I do not just feel sorrow some days I am the sorrow I am the grey sky that threatens spitting snow I am the heaviness in your limbs your shuffling gait reluctant to get where you are expected some days I am the sorrow the stark, leafless, skeletal branches of the trees dwelling … Continue reading I Am the Sorrow
it is a stretch for me to reach out across this shifting distance this shaky ground hand extended toward you a journey across a deep chasm for me to say aloud even in a whisper I need I want I do not like to need to want to admit any vulnerability any Achilles heel my rigid armor … Continue reading Vulnerability
I can feel the fading as color washes out of me I grow transparent insubstantial my feet no longer make contact with the ground I open my mouth to speak there is no sound a barely breathing ghost who has lost gravity I slide right through you no impression made barely stirring the air © … Continue reading Insubstantial
This is an autobiographical fragment from my first year at the University of Pennsylvania’s School of Social Policy and Practice back in 1990. For those who are concerned, I no longer live on the 13th Floor but I appreciate your compassion and caring. This may be triggering for readers with a history of suicide ideation and/or … Continue reading Here I Stand
Brave & Reckless 