Rage
This Room is Not for Rent
the Greek chorus has declared me damaged beyond repair incapable of a “normal” life “better off dead” say the well-meaning citizens than “broken” preferring the image of the golden haired innocent child angel comforted by a merciful God to a living angry woman who refuses to be silent I try not to let these voices … Continue reading This Room is Not for Rent
Feminists Don’t Wear Pink and other lies – Christine E. Ray
feminism the oxygen I inhale gratefully often desperately in a world where rapists’ reputations and futures are held in higher regard greater importance than the legacy of trauma that has been inflicted on girls on women against their will where old white men declare balls of dividing cells have more rights than living breathing women … Continue reading Feminists Don’t Wear Pink and other lies – Christine E. Ray
We Cannot Look Away: Not another 17, not another One (Parkland, February 14, 2018)
Just another day just another town bullet perforated backpacks spilling loose-leaf lined paper, textbooks onto blood stained sidewalks helicopters hovering to give us the birds eye view I tried to avert my eyes out of respect for the dead the injured but I could not look away Christine Ray Even though I should Because I … Continue reading We Cannot Look Away: Not another 17, not another One (Parkland, February 14, 2018)
Ice – Christine E. Ray
the ice jam of words long lodged at the back of my throat has begun to melt syllable by delicious syllable that tickle going down they roil in my gut conscious kinetic unsettled pressure of repressed feeling building against the shape-shifting mass that remains blocking my flow will I exhale delicate crystals into my waiting … Continue reading Ice – Christine E. Ray
Composition of a Woman
grief the connective tissue webbed between each bone dangles unresolved from bleached ribs marbled shreds of tissue ruffling the edges of my open chest cavity simultaneously both obscene and achingly lovely rage the iron in the blood that travels twisty veins and arteries in an endless roller coaster loop sometimes gentle but often fierce crashing … Continue reading Composition of a Woman
Brave & Reckless 