the floor stretches before me black and white checkerboard tile feet glide soundlessly to the waltz in my head my arms arched as if partnered but empty silent transparent forms swirl around me lost in the dance do they know I wonder that they are behind the veil? perhaps it only matters to me left … Continue reading Waltz of Spirits – Christine E. Ray
Inspired by Phases by Kevin Kantor & Sienna Burnett the suicide note she did not leave left a faint imprint on the wooden table where they would sit and talk over cups of milky coffee the suicide note she did not leave rang like silence in his ears the suicide note she did not leave burned … Continue reading Unwritten – Christine E. Ray
my heart dresses in black lace when I slide beads slowly through my practiced hands their surfaces warm worn smooth against calloused fingertips it is the tender tissue of my throat that stings as I murmur their names one by one in order of loss head bowed low in the candlelight no omissions are allowed … Continue reading Prayer for the Dead – Christine E. Ray
Locked away in a stone tower rest of the world fades becomes dim memory time loses meaning becomes shapeless days nights spent in solitude differentiated only by whether I read precious books by sunlight falling soft through windows that no longer open or dancing candlelight by this halflight I read the words of Tennyson and … Continue reading A Tale of Two Towers-Christine Ray & Eric Syrdal
i wear my losses on a chain ‘round my neck copper silver gold charms containing locks of stranded memory tied with red ribbon sometimes they are featherweight sometimes they weigh the world sharp edges prick at my tender skin i have carved regret deep in the palms of my hands heather oak bittersweet smoky from … Continue reading Lockets – Christine E. Ray
the room is tastefully decorated respectful distance kept between her desk near the door and the comfortable chair I selected the first time we met now unanimously understood as mine my arms fold tightly across my chest hands unconscious fists small table next to me holds Kush balls and engraved stones with reassuring words like … Continue reading Where My Ghosts Come Out to Play – Christine E. Ray
Brave & Reckless 