Spoken Word Spotlight: Elephants and Fathers

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Confession time:  I overslept this morning and did not have time to record a new Spoken Word Spotlight.  Please forgive me for slipping in one of my already recorded pieces.

Elephants and Fathers

Sometimes I am really good at ignoring

the elephant in the room

but this one has started trumpeting

looking baleful

and shooting peanuts at me

in an effort to get my attention

I think I even heard it mutter, “Bitch, please!” under its breath

So, did I ever mention that my father disappeared

off the face of the earth

when I was ten

and has never been heard from again?

there was an FBI investigation and everything

which is retrospect, probably had more to do

with his criminal activities

than genuine concern about his welfare

but let’s not go there

So you being gone for 12 days with no word

Feels familiar

Feels like abandonment

Feels like loss

Feels like mourning

Guess I should have told you that story

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

Spoken Word Spotlight: Lavender on the Table/Michael Erickson

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Welcome to Spoken Word Spotlight.  Every Wednesday, Christine brings a writer’s words to life.  This week she brings us a poem from Michael Erickson that celebrates the simple pleasures of relaxed summer nights.  Sit back, take a sip of coffee, close your eyes and enjoy.

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Lavender on the Table

The night hung warm around us,

As we pulled blossom from stem.

An aroma of tranquility fills the summer air,

Mixing with murmurs of friends.

We laugh and joke round a table of purple,

Feeling the night with our skin.

I paused a moment to take a breath in, and caved to the sleepiness within.

 

To read more of Michael’s lovely writing, visit The Ink Owl

Spoken Word Spotlight: What Little Girls Are Made Of

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Welcome to Spoken Word Spotlight.  Sit back, take a sip of coffee, close your eyes and enjoy.

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She had always been puzzled

by the idea that little girls

were made of sugar

and spice

and everything nice Continue reading

Spoken Word Spotlight: Gestalt-Olde Punk/RamJet Poetry

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Welcome to Spoken Word Spotlight.  Every Wednesday, Christine brings a writer’s words to life.  This week she brings us a heartbreaking poem about loss by Olde Punk of RamJet Poetry. Sit back, take a sip of coffee, close your eyes and enjoy.

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Gestalt

Grasping convolutions

anything will do really

corrugated steel rictus

pulls at corners

a shadow play

in ritual dusk

down another

glass of slow derision

at the nearest

watering hole

wondering how and why

I am unholy

reconcile I’m alone

with the pictures

we both inhabit

I could not hold

the fire

so now I choke

on smoke

and bathe in ashes

my breath stinks

of rebellion

my words are heavy

and low, lo

unto tomorrow

riveting the compunction

to depart the now

the how and when of it

matter little

respond to extinguish

the embers

of my love, of

your ruin

I absolve myself

of any wrongdoing

It’s stern

your reflection

I return

to the objection

and babe

it’s all gone down

it’s all your fault

it’s not the noun

it’s not this town

the fade of gestalt

that I caught

standing outside

looking in at

your origins

I am spread too thin

and I know I will

not win

impart the devolution

of the anatomy

of we

I am left alone

with the memories

that we both inhabit

I still wonder why you

left-handed

the wave goodbye

but would not look

in my way

I am disinterested

with what comes next

or the aftermath

of my part, apart

I am full to the brim

of empty

I know I haven’t the strength

to begin, again.

Think I will take

a walk down to the ocean

and see if

a baptism in the cold

salt of seas

can free me

from the loss

of the pictures

we both inhabit

 

Spoken Word Spotlight: We Danced With Fireflies

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I want to thank everyone who sent suggestions of pieces of writing for me to record for Spoken Word Spotlight.  Ironically, I have had a fierce case of laryngitis since Saturday and couldn’t record anything new for today.  I hope you will forgive me for sharing one of my own pieces that I recorded a few weeks ago.

If you would like me to highlight a piece of your writing, please contact Go Dog Go through our Contact Form or email  us at godoggocafe@gmail.com.

Speak to me of summers past

when cool, damp grass reached for bare feet

with long grasping fingers

as we ran through the night

quicksilver

chasing fireflies through an indigo sky

living completely in the moment

us, on the cusp of adulthood

you, innocently offering cupped hands

to hold moonlight for me

the radiance you captured

carved your image

into my night

me, changed by sudden awareness

of your beauty

and how dear I held you in my heart

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

Image by Gregory Crewdson

 

 

Spoken Word Spotlight: First Timer/Christine Ray

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Welcome to Spoken Word Spotlight.  Every Wednesday, Christine brings a writer’s words to life.  This week she reads one of her own pieces, inspired by the Go Dog Go Cafe. Sit back, take a sip of coffee, close your eyes and enjoy.

If you would like Christine to highlight a piece of your writing, please contact Go Dog Go through our Contact Form or email  us at godoggocafe@gmail.com.

I stand getting wet in cold rain

watching through plate glass windows Continue reading

Spoken Word Spotlight: Catch A Firefly/S. Francis

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Welcome to Spoken Word Spotlight.  Every Wednesday, Christine brings a writer’s words to life.  This week she brings us a beautiful and nostalgic poem by Barista S. Francis. Sit back, take a sip of coffee, close your eyes and enjoy.

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Come and catch a firefly with me
Like we are children playing free
Alone in a field designed for us
The grass, the trees, the flowers,
Perfection. What shall we do with it?
Put it in a jar, poked holes in lid,
Watch it become our lantern?
Or watch it languish alone?

Do we dare lift the lid, reach inside
Draw the firefly out to the jar’s rim
And then sit together and just watch?
Our eyes open await the exact moment
When it chooses to take flight,
Trace a swift arc around our field
To recapture enough lost time to then
Light up a whole new universe within.

We will each reach out our hand
To try and catch it again, this light
Passing through our fingers like air,
Until I close my eyes like a blind man,
Turn my fingers to your skin and trace
The wholeness of a moment I had sought
When I first became aware of light spilling
Down the back of my soul, needing capture.

Spoken Word Spotlight: An Hour with Jake/Davy D.

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Welcome to Spoken Word Spotlight.  Every Wednesday, Christine will bring a writer’s words to life.  This week she brings us an introspective poem written by Barista Davy D. that really packs an emotional punch. Sit back, take a sip of coffee, close your eyes and enjoy.

If you would like Christine to highlight a piece of your writing, please contact Go Dog Go through our Contact Form or email  us at godoggocafe@gmail.com.



An Hour with Jake

 

the phone knows it’s Jake,

the ringtone changes to one

with a depressed air.

 

I think he used to be

in the military

as he always

manages to bypass

the answerphone,

 

and it rings,

and rings,

and rings,

and rings,

 

five minutes is the limit.

 

“hello,”

“hi, it’s Jake.”

“oh, hi Jake, how’s things?”

 

scripts roll.

 

his, a tale of how

his wife,

his dog,

his work colleague,

don’t understand him.

 

mine, a crafted questionnaire

designed for glibness,

adding to the

self-help deception.

 

third Thursday each

month, 7pm – 8pm.

in two years,

little has changed.

 

this week he’s convinced

the goldfish has started

swimming with its back to him.

 

some weeks I switch him

to headphones and catch up

with important things in the office.

other weeks, the negativity

hijacks me, and I slump

in the armchair and

watch the crack creep

across the ceiling.

 

the end is always the same,

Jake giving thanks for my

empathy and kindness.

me, having to wash myself

from the inside out,

with Malbec.

Spoken Word Spotlight: upon realisation that perhaps i am completely sure- lois e. linkens –

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Welcome to Spoken Word Spotlight.  Every Wednesday, Christine will bring a writer’s words to life.  This week she introduces us to a gorgeous poem written by Lois E. Linkens that was originally published by the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.  We strongly recommend that you visit Lois’ blog and read more of her excellent poetry. Sit back, take a sip of coffee, close your eyes and enjoy.

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upon realisation that perhaps i am completely sure/ lois e. linkens

you weave your woollen whims
to surround me
in the garbadine of our gandering

you trample the simplicity
of tea-cup games and teddy bears –
playground grazes know none than this

damp shirt and glasses;
i’d switch my eyes for yours
so you could see
beneath the ocean

still, ride the blackwaters
with socked feet sodden;
put your records on
and leave paw prints around my petticoats

take me to the dock,
where the walrus wail
and seagulls cry.
let us know the purity of instinct

the purity of art
that transcends education,
memory or muse

you are scars and sculptures,
skin and silver

stonehenge me

 

This was recorded and published with the author’s permission

Spoken Word Spotlight: Soil of Your Seed/Gina Gallyot

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Welcome to Spoken Word Spotlight.  Every Wednesday, Christine will bring a writer’s words to life.  She starts off this week with the lovely Soil of Your Seed by Go Dog Go Barista Gina Gallyot of Singledust.  If you would like Christine to highlight a piece of your writing, please contact Go Dog Go through our Contact Form or email  us at godoggocafe@gmail.com.  Sit back, take a sip of coffee, close your eyes and enjoy.

Soil of your seed-Gina/Singledust

In the sunlight
Beneath the trees
Tread gently
And touch me
I am the soil
Of your seed Continue reading