Spoken Word Renga(s): Solving Lonely Winter Nights and Spring Responds to Winter Loneliness

Let's take a short trip back in time... My dear, Brave and Reckless friend, Christine has recorded the first mass-collab from the Go Dog Go Treetop Cafe. Gina has suggested that they be read together as one piece, so below the Soundcloud links of Christine is the combined piece. The list of stanza authors is … Continue reading Spoken Word Renga(s): Solving Lonely Winter Nights and Spring Responds to Winter Loneliness

Brave and Reckless Found Song Lyrics Writing Prompt Challenge

It has been quite some time since I have hosted a Writing Prompt Challenge on Brave and Reckless but I have been planning this one ever since I first read Basilike Pappa's Sweet Dreams sans Merci which weaves together "found" song lyrics into a new whole.  Basilike's piece is sensuous is tone but this kind of challenge is really about … Continue reading Brave and Reckless Found Song Lyrics Writing Prompt Challenge

The Truth About Words (Revisited)- Christine Ray

In honor of World Poetry Day 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 … Continue reading The Truth About Words (Revisited)- Christine Ray

We Cannot Look Away: Not another 17, not another One

Just another day just another town bullet perforated backpacks spilling loose-leaf lined paper, textbooks onto blood stained sidewalks helicopters hovering to give us the birds eye view I tried to avert my eyes out of respect for the dead the injured but I could not look away Christine Ray Even though I should Because I … Continue reading We Cannot Look Away: Not another 17, not another One

After Hours: My Attic Room- Christine Ray

You and me in my attic bedroom in Somerville.  Green and tan striped wallpaper inexpertly hung on deeply slanted walls.  Futon on the floor, the smell of warm cedar, window fan lazily stirring the air.  Dust particles floating suspended in golden light that falls across the hardwood floor in a diagonal.  Your eyes the bluest I have … Continue reading After Hours: My Attic Room- Christine Ray