You ask me when I knew ink flowed through my veins like blood the moment I understood that truth simmered in the cauldron of my belly conscious alive impatiently waiting for the moment I would pick up a pen and see it as more than a tool but instead an extension of my arm of … Continue reading Moment of Transformation (reimagined)
A response poem to Davy D's question What Is Poetry? on the Go Dog Go Cafe it is a stir an ache rising from my core growing in urgency pushing to my surface gasping hungrily for air sitting impatiently on my tongue black pearl ruby tear-shaped diamond waiting for hand to grasp pen fingers to … Continue reading Poetry
Dedicated to Nicole Lyons and to all writers who have had their works plagiarized my words my blood my bones my tears my pain my joy my heart my soul you may steal my words borrow my sentences appropriate my verse but my fingerprints have marked them they are woven like strands of my DNA … Continue reading My Truth
The dilemma of finding my voice is that it was not enough simply to speak this voice which lay dormant inside of me for so long buried beneath relentless responsibilities overdeveloped superego weighty titles such as mother wife employee rarely woman rarely even human being had become voracious What I thought merely a trickle of … Continue reading One Year Ago Today: The Truth About Words (Revisited)
words some days my savior some days my hell dissolve into fragmented syllables and lonely letters that I cannot reassemble back into meaningful wholes I tell myself I will grow accustomed to this silence these padded walls © 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 