she knew something of longing that soul ache aroused without warning tears that well up unbidden phantom hand squeezing her heart her lungs leaving her
Tag: loneliness
I Cast a Shadow
in lost hours dim rooms i silently mold my hands in front of bare bulbs project distorted shadow puppets against lonely walls movement slow inelegant a
One Year Ago Today: My Lonely Seasons Pass/A Mad World Poem: Christine Ray & Stephen Fuller
The days blend, one into the other, Waking naked into the world, I stare Into a meaningless blur trying for Definition with a shave and
One Year Ago Today: Vulnerability (revisited)
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
#tbt Insubstantial
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
#tbt Here I Stand (Revisited)
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
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
Sundowning (Revisited)
my days have become hourglass shaped i rise early morning hours sit in front of my screen in quiet stillness feel alone in the world reflective
Queue the Music/A Mad World Poem-Christine Ray & Stephen Fuller
A collaborative poem with my incredibly talented friend Stephen Fuller. You can read more his writing at Pointed Home applause fills my ears like gin
