I am but a wanderer passing through slivers of place of time unconsciously dropping pieces of my heart like crimson berries like seed pods the memory of me sometimes floating away on a draft leaving only the lingering whiff of crisp fall air sometimes taking root growing tender green tendrils in the fertile hearts of … Continue reading Ephemeral – Christine E. Ray
elliptical movement of Mars’ orbit partially eclipsed the memories from view but Phobos Deimos shine bright tonight in the tight fold of marble arms across my chest taste of bitter bile that eats at the back of my throat fierce clench of my glass jaw refracting crimson light of twin moons I feel your shade … Continue reading Unforgotten
I have learned to wear solitude quietly an old quilt draped over sharp shoulder blades engulfed in threadbare patches of memory that I worry with lonely fingertips softly blurring seams between amethyst indigo silver I straddle the scissor edge between missing you and loving you still aware that either way I bleed © 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – … Continue reading Blanketed
In memory of Lieselotte Porter 1925-2018 another empty chair another empty corner only resurrection assured this Easter morn are my ghosts who brokers the introductions? I wonder as my past collides into my present room made at my grandmother’s round kitchen table for one more they drink Maxwell House drip Cremora and cheap cut glass sugar … Continue reading Coffee Klatch
my memory is not a reliable narrator of my youth that imagined golden season of whom I used to be vibrant alive whole © 2016 Revised 2020 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
My response to this week's Go Dog Go Cafe's writing prompt. My mother hovers above the 55 miles per hour speed limit, cigarette casually in hand. Her ever-present open bag of spice drops on the dashboard melts lazily in the afternoon sun. It doesn’t matter. Despite the variety of jewel tones contained in the bag, … Continue reading Dangerous Thoughts
Brave & Reckless 