Churned in chronic cloud Wafted away To tenebrous fray I’m wrecked Face down Among ash anointed dirt Abysmally amassing Illness Sadness Death So lonely Don’t tell me About reasons Or better places In this house Where words are weapons And welts wail long after The belts been cinched This is chaos And I’m lost Waiting … Continue reading Shift
Such beauty from Candice ❤
Die is cast
thrown and tumbled
woman is born a girl
girl is born a woman
when she is young, learning to tie bows in sensible brown shoes
spit and shine, tighten pigtail, don’t get your bobby socks dirty
what does she know of her future?
when then, what hour marks, her turning, her awareness?
the tempora fragility of her succulent heart
will she be like her grandmother, a blubbering mess?
able to condone slithered evil in the hands of her husband?
look the other way, for her choices are meager
will she be like her mother, a loyal lover?
seeking a man willing to hold her closer to the sun
melt Icarus, melt, till you can stand the radiance no longer
but what of your child? The one you think is poison and deadly nightshade
what will she be like? In that wicked knowing?
when after-birth is dried…
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A series of unfathomable events has left me feeling that I’m living hell on earth. Beginning with the death of my most precious pup on April 26th, 2018. This is the little girl I rescued from a cage, the little girl I put my arms around every night and whispered my most secret, secrets to. … Continue reading Not So Poetic Reality
Beautiful piece by Candice ❤
In despair we lie respectively
in darkness surrounding
the space between us could be
it feels as if, it were to yawn
the entirety would dissolve
and nothing beneath us, or above us
would exist but the sensation of falling
in a starless void
it is the bind of you and I
who give color and sight to this blind time
where foes are found in family and
lovers amongst strangers, when
boats remain docked a day too long
on blighted shore
you take your injury and you wash it clean of memory
like a flag that has seen the gore of war
holding it over our heads we run
between rain storms for dry land
only to slip in quick sand
nothing you escape from, is truly gone
till it is faced head on
I turn and remember
days past where things…
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I am thrilled to announce the release of my second book of poetry and prose by Indie Blu(e) Publishing, The Myths of Girlhood.
From the Back Cover:
Imagine that Myths of Girlhood is a tapestry; feel the varying textures, and observe the movement of its patterns. In your hands, you hold the fibers of Christine E. Ray. For this book is much more than an arrangement of words. Myths is an experience—an exploration of madness and strength of will, illogic, and rationality, all of which coexist inside a woman who is unafraid to let her soul speak.
We were introduced to her exquisite truth-telling in Composition of a Woman. Myths of Girlhood is not a mere continuation, but a glass breaking roar.
On the edge of another night restlessness served under duress I hear her voice echo in my heart where warmth translates hope I feel her in my arms clinging to this moment praying it will stretch into forever so I will never have to know the crushing cold of her absence again
Hi everyone! I just wanted to let you know that I changed the name of my blog and updated the style. I am now writing as A Wise Woman Writes instead of A Lion Sleeps in the Heart of the Brave. I'm still working on it and hope that it will be easier to read … Continue reading Updated Blog