at times I am a danger to self and others roaring in like a tornado of ideas passion art supplies discarded shoes a guitar pick or two poem fragments leaving chaos in my wake I am prone to standing on soap boxes flaming sword in hand a pierced, buzz cut tattooed Joan of Arc invoking … Continue reading Warning Label – Christine E. Ray
loving her was like loving a hurricane a tornado she was a force of nature changeable unpredictable given to abruptly changing trajectory she could be fierce full of fury that sometimes dissipated quickly and at others obliterated all obstacles in her path sometimes her jasmine-scented summer breeze blew gently ruffling hair capturing his attention soothing … Continue reading Eye of the Storm (Revisited)
at times I am a danger to self and others roaring in like a tornado of ideas passion art supplies discarded shoes a guitar pick or two poem fragments leaving chaos in my wake I am prone to standing on soap boxes flaming sword in hand a pierced, buzz cut tattooed Joan of Arc invoking … Continue reading Warning Label
At times I am a danger to self and others roaring in like a tornado of ideas passion art supplies discarded shoes a guitar pick or two poem fragments leaving chaos in my wake I am prone to standing on soap boxes flaming sword in hand a pierced, buzz cut tattooed Joan of Arc invoking … Continue reading Warning Label
He soon realized That loving her was Like loving a hurricane Or a tornado She was a force of nature Changeable Unpredictable Given to abruptly Changing trajectory She could be fierce Full of fury That dissipated quickly Or sometimes obliterated All obstacles in her path Sometimes Her jasmine-scented Summer breeze Blew gently Ruffling his hair … Continue reading Eye of the Storm (Revisited)
He soon realized That loving her was Like loving a hurricane Or a tornado She was a force of nature Changeable Unpredictable Given to abruptly Changing trajectory She could be fierce Full of fury That dissipated quickly Or sometimes obliterated All obstacles in her path Sometimes Her jasmine-scented Summer breeze Blew gently Ruffling his hair … Continue reading Eye of the Storm (Revisited)
Brave & Reckless 