I wonder if in the arms of Paris, Helen missed Menelaus. In truth, both men were a menace of the heart, the body and blonde locks ships sailed for, bones splintered for, skulls cracked for, Hector died for, Andromeda cried for, Achilles bent the knee for, Patroclus sacrificed himself for, but no one prayed … Continue reading Helen – Kristiana Reed
I edge further and further from the known the familiar shutting some doors firmly behind me with a sigh of resignation while others I ease quietly closed hesitant to reawaken my past I look for a yellow brick road or neon footprints to guide my steps but the faint sets of tracks are colorful chaos … Continue reading Let’s Make a Deal- Christine E. Ray
I see you with your nightmares and crown of thorns because you've decided silence is better kept yours. I see you with your balled fists, bruised lips, battle hardened stare and the red lip gloss you wear in the hope it tastes like poison. I see you at midnight curled up, fetal hoping … Continue reading I See You – Kristiana Reed
I fight so hard against the sign the good citizens insist should hang outside my door scratching at the carved letters until nails are torn fingers bleed letters ‘B’ and ‘i’ stained a deep rusty red that no amount of scrubbing will remove I have accepted more bitter pills than this. . . and yet … Continue reading Split Infinities- Christine Ray
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I want to tell the whole story,
As I remember.
I want to hang the shit-stained sheets on the line, grab a bullhorn and start broadcasting every single thing that has lived in my mind for these
forty years, six months and ten days.
I want to publicly humiliate and crucify all those who have left evidence in my memory, I want to trample the image of some
who are thought flawless.
But, sometimes, I just want to let it go
And all of the time, I wish I had no tale to tell.
I am writing this for the both of us. Not because I am not yet on the other side of the darkness but because there is no other side or quick fix. Your recovery is a journey. The light we look for; for clarity, purpose and lost motivation is not switch operated. Think of it more as a candle to maintain. Sometimes the wick is just smoking, burnt out. Sometimes it gutters in the wind and sometimes it burns full bodied and strong, for hours and days. In whatever state, the hard work does not end. Nor should it, we are worth it. It is the easiest and hardest choice to stay in bed all day or isolated in some way. It is just as easy and hard to say the words ‘I will be okay.’ Just as easy and hard as taking deep breaths or being honest…
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"My body is a temple. And a graveyard. Equal parts light and dark. It makes me real. Just like you." For the longest time, I thought my body was more of a graveyard than a temple. But I've since come to realize that most temples don't exist without some kind of graveyard nearby. Maybe it's … Continue reading Hallowed Ground- Sarah Doughty
I built them myself these walls that circumscribe me \hem my hagridden heart\ ‘round me safe and alone bricked with mortal mortar \angst echo chamber\ impervious to pounding pestle. fingertips mangle in the raucous clawing to breach a bloody gap. I just wish I hadn’t scrawled such grotesque graffiti
Composition of a Woman is currently available on Amazon.com, Amazon.ca (Canada) and Amazon Europe ( Amazon.co.uk, Amazon.de, Amazon.fr,Amazon.it, and Amazon.es.) It should be available of Book Depository and Barnes & Noble soon. Signed copies of Composition of a Woman are also available on the Sudden Denouement Etsy site. Watch this incredible video by Dena Daigle for taste of Christine E Ray's gorgeous work and unmatched talent: … Continue reading Christine E Ray’s Composition of a Woman, out now!
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