life's impermanence wild joy of surrender works burning away days long forgotten in time a smoldering ash remains Author's Notes: What do you do with your old journals? I have piles and piles of pages ranging from my early 20s to my now almost over 40s. I've always hesitated to throw them out or otherwise … Continue reading Tanka: Impermanence
FIRE
Throwback Friday: Recklessly She Declared Truth – Christine E. Ray
Thank you Davy D for serving as this piece's inspiration recklessly she looked deep inside saw fire and ice in her heart smelled iron and cooper in her blood felt moon and ocean tides tug her soul knew the hum of words crawling under skin burning to escape knew herself a poet the shortsightedness of self-declared … Continue reading Throwback Friday: Recklessly She Declared Truth – Christine E. Ray
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
Stealing Her Fire
I NEED PASSIONATE KISSES
By Charles Robert Lindholm Call me crazy if you will no matter how old I will need them still I need passionate kisses from you I watch the lovers in the car ahead kissing like crazy while the light is red and it makes me want what I used to have with you You still … Continue reading I NEED PASSIONATE KISSES
THE EMBERS REMAIN
By Charles Robert Lindholm The Flames Of Hell In My Life No Longer Exist Or Reach For The Sky With Billowing Smoke Blocking The Light From The Sun The Hell Of The Past Has Ended Long Ago But The Embers Still Remain Aglow With A Fire That Won't Be Quenched In A Futile But Never … Continue reading THE EMBERS REMAIN
After Hours: Fire
The sheets with tiny pink rosebuds, incongruously innocent, are tangled beneath us. Your lips travel slowly down from my earlobe down to my neck, marking your territory. You stop at my collarbone; nipping it gently with your teeth before lifting your head to look at me. Our shirts are lost somewhere on the floor, my … Continue reading After Hours: Fire
Spoken Word Spotlight: What Little Girls Are Made Of
Welcome to Spoken Word Spotlight. 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. She had always been puzzled by the idea that little girls were made … Continue reading Spoken Word Spotlight: What Little Girls Are Made Of
Inspiration Wall: Recklessly She Declared Truth
Thank you Davy D for this morning’s inspiration recklessly she looked deeply inside saw fire and ice in her heart smelled iron and cooper in her blood felt moon and ocean tides tug her soul knew the hum of words crawling under skin burning to escape knew herself a poet the short shortsightedness of self-declared authorities … Continue reading Inspiration Wall: Recklessly She Declared Truth
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