when my brain goes haywire I think I must have developed late-onset sensory integration disorder the sun burns my eyes the birds chirp their Spring songs much too loudly for me other's coffee which I usually covet overwhelms me with its roasted aroma I admire the way that liberated warm weather dresses swing down Locust … Continue reading Sensory Integration – Christine E. Ray
when my brain goes haywire I think I must have developed late-onset sensory integration disorder the sun burns my eyes the birds chirp their Spring songs much too loudly for me other's coffee which I usually covet overwhelms me with its roasted aroma I admire the way that liberated warm weather dresses swing down Locust … Continue reading Sensory Integration
I now believe that someone has replaced my ordinary flesh and blood leg with a robotic leg must have happened while I was sleeping it looks like my old leg carries out the same basic functions bends flexes supports my weight (most of the time) and yet it feels other uneven sensitivity to stimuli rubbery in places … Continue reading My Robotic Leg
at 7:40 pm on Wednesday night my right foot went on strike declaring that unsafe working conditions too much unpaid overtime and general lack of appreciation from the management made continuing unacceptable impossible as we were walking up a steep hill at the time at the end of a very long day I was not amused I tried … Continue reading My Right Foot
there is a point where the pain starts radiates out in a geometric arc compresses folds reconfigures me like an open fan of a courtesan i am a dense network of twisted muscle screaming nerves aching numbness at pain's core while my edges are left thin fragile transparent © 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights … Continue reading Accordion Folds
open one eye clock tells woeful tale I overslept again sit slowly so room doesn’t spin drunk-stagger to dress lean my back against wall to keep balance looking every inch as bad as I feel numbness becomes radiating pain that takes my breath away seems ironic shouldn’t it hurt less if I have lost sensation? … Continue reading Morning, My Nemesis
Brave & Reckless 