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
Tag: loneliness
#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
Longing (reimagined)
She knew something of longing ache in the soul awakened without warning tears that welled up unbidden pain in chest phantom hand squeezing her heart
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
My Lonely Seasons Pass/A Mad World Poem: Christine Ray & S. Francis
A collaboration between Christine of Brave and Reckless and S. Francis of SailorPoet The days blend, one into the other, Waking naked into the world,
Vulnerability (revisited)
It is a stretch For me to Reach out across This shifting distance This shaky ground Hand extended Toward you It is a journey
