the mirror that I look at myself in is old dark fractured wavy distorted it is as if these glass fragments have writing scrawled upon them like so much crimson graffiti damaged unclean fat old ugly bitch unworthy invisible unlovable objects in this mirror may be closer than they appear sometimes they hurt sometimes they … Continue reading The Gifts I am Given
I want. . . I whisper to empty rooms air so chilly that words float ghostly moths frozen in the mist of my breath unprepared for them to linger there echo with meaning give voice to hungers I tell myself I do not have full of guilt fascination I trace the letters with silver pink … Continue reading I Want. . .
We breathe our words off the page release them tentatively into coffee scented air where they ripple past receptive ears gently embrace souls with the knowledge that they are no longer alone 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved Originally posted at the Go Dog Go Cafe
I live in a state of brilliant madness teetering on the apex of a craggy mountain balanced atop a skateboard precarious least shift of weight momentary loss of focus could result in long careen into a ravine of sharp rocks fallen branches brackish water it is exhausting and exhilarating my thoughts tumbling exploding atoms in … Continue reading Brilliant Madness
Brave & Reckless 