my heart a block of sculptured ice buried deep behind steel ribs hung with icicles offering dagger-sharp protection an arctic palace of empty chambers where glacial winds flash freeze unwanted feelings blow them deep into dungeons blood is crystallized in frozen nitrogen veins heartbeat slowed like a wound down pocket watch my dreams haunted nightly … Continue reading The Heart of Winter – Christine E. Ray
winter settles into my bones making itself at home cold steals silent stealthy under doorways seeps through small cracks in my armor seeking firm purchase conspiring to steal my warmth chilling my nose toes fingertips flat gray December skies speak of snow a flurry or a blizzard? I wonder days grow short nights grow long … Continue reading Winter’s Chill – Christine E. Ray
Betrayal is an inside job wrecked by muscle and joints neurons and neurotransmitters mitochondrial mutiny lays waste to formerly silver tongue now struggling to find words that used to flow like ink through fountain pen fatigue hangs round neck chain woven of boulders, glass shards & thorns muscle spasms contort me into balloon animal shapes … Continue reading Glass and Thorns – Christine E. Ray
We inherit The wordless cry Of all our former Selves (CER) They layer themselves upon us ragged cloaks of the homeless dragging at our heels (AP) Dusk takes one last breath Swallowing golden specks of us Scattered among the detritus No light reflects From such depths We are the chosen (1W-W) We stumble against starless … Continue reading Recombinant Selves
my heart a block of sculptured ice buried deep behind steel ribs hung with icicles offering dagger-sharp protection an arctic palace of empty chambers where glacial winds flash freeze unwanted feelings blow them deep into dungeons blood is crystallized in frozen nitrogen veins heartbeat slowed like a wound down pocket watch my dreams haunted nightly … Continue reading The Heart of Winter – Christine E. Ray
winter settles into my bones making itself at home cold steals silent stealthy under doorways seeps through small cracks in my armor seeking firm purchase conspiring to steal my warmth chilling my nose toes fingertips flat gray December skies speak of snow a flurry or a blizzard? I wonder days grow short nights grow long … Continue reading Winter’s Chill – Christine E. Ray
Brave & Reckless 