Several years ago, I took my first and only Creative Writing class. This was written for an in-class assignments to take a pleasant memory and write it as if it were a horror story without altering any of the details. high noon sun baked sand under their feet cousins 4 and 8 bright plastic buckets … Continue reading Shifting Sands – Christine E. Ray
we fell into memory like sea salt into soup pot crystalline structure losing integrity dissolving into warm liquid like the bath water you poured me scented with lavender when we belonged to each other we would lie close skin to skin on long winter nights under thick blankets our boundaries dissolving like foam on our … Continue reading Crystalline Memory
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
Brave & Reckless 