This still, lonely hourRemoves our masksStrips us to bone and shadow. Angels dance nakedon moonlight laughingunderneath waterfalls. Cold water dripsfrom goose pimplesinvoking hidden Gods within us We grab hold of a wingRip a feather from its ribAnd dip it into the falls Let icy ribbons ink our skinCarve new featuresInto the alabaster face We focus moonlightOn … Continue reading Night Rolls Over: Stephen Fuller & Christine E. Ray
Originally published on Sudden Denouement Ever been cloudbusting? We lay on our backs in damp fragrant grass Look up at the sky to trace a dream that seems Soft and fluffy like cotton candy. We point up at rabbits and dragons in the mist Discerning ghost ships in full sail Moments so sweet kids swallow Them … Continue reading Something Wicked in the Clouds- Christine Ray/Brave and Reckless & Stephen Fuller/Fullbeard Lit
Response poem to Steve Fuller's poem In the Cafe All are welcome at the Go Dog Go Cafe I stand getting wet in cold rain watching through plate glass windows edges fogged rendering the scene inside a soft feathered oval aroma of coffee faint but distinct drifts past my nose feeling a bit shy and … Continue reading First Timer
A collaborative poem with my incredibly talented friend Stephen Fuller. applause fills my ears like gin in my glass accolades for how well I convey pain others’ consume. I am their proxy their stand-in these words tears, blood I give tiny pins that prick nerves like strings tying up this human condition I am grateful … Continue reading Queue the Music/A Mad World Poem-Christine Ray & Stephen Fuller
Originally published on Sudden Denouement Ever been cloudbusting? We lay on our backs in damp fragrant grass Look up at the sky to trace a dream that seems Soft and fluffy like cotton candy. We point up at rabbits and dragons in the mist Discerning ghost ships in full sail Moments so sweet kids swallow Them … Continue reading One Year Ago Today: Something Wicked in the Clouds- Christine Ray/Brave and Reckless & S Francis/SailorPoet
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 in my glass accolades for how well I convey pain others’ consume. I am their proxy their stand-in these words tears, blood I give tiny pins that prick nerves like … Continue reading Queue the Music/A Mad World Poem-Christine Ray & Stephen Fuller
Brave & Reckless 