Christine is collecting pieces of poetry and prose for a new writing series she is calling ‘Dear Juliet.’ The idea is to put a modern and feminist spin on letters to whichever female character from Shakespeare you’d like. If you are interested in participating, email your submissions and a brief biography to Christine at her.red.pen.wordsmithing@gmail.com with ‘Dear…
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Call for Submissions: ‘Dear Juliet’
Christine is collecting pieces of poetry and prose for a new writing series she is calling ‘Dear Juliet.’ The idea is to put a modern and feminist spin on letters to whichever female character from Shakespeare you’d like. If you are interested in participating, email your submissions and a brief biography to Christine at her.red.pen.wordsmithing@gmail.com with ‘Dear…
I am the Woman – Christine E. Ray
I am the Woman your Mother warned you about the one whose darkness was hidden below the sunny faux finish of excellent manners honor roll grades my monster heart hidden so well that no one noticed me drowning in my self-hate I am the Woman who cut my teeth on black leather and handcuffs control…
Go Ask Alice – Christine E. Ray
prescription bottles stand at attention upon the kitchen table we arm wrestle for control of my identity meaningless that I am the one who made the call acknowledging my unraveling I did not want mini-pharmacy growing unrestrained blue pill to make me tall red pill to make me small stagger under weight of laden words…
Entropy-Christine E. Ray & Kindra M. Austin
(Kindra M. Austin) Every morning, I wake up. I keep waking up. And sometimes I’m angry at my opened eyes, cos sometimes brittle fingernails scratching inside of my skull, they split and rip and bleed and blood leaks and shorts my circuits. Not enough to kill me dead, just enough to kill my will. And…
The Sins of My Father – Christine E. Ray
I have always been a dreamer. Waking hours filled with daydreams of a younger, more vibrant self living other, more exotic lives that take the edge off the stupor of middle-age suburbia. Sleeping hours filled with images of places I have been before that morph and change, nightmarish Wonderlands, and places I have never been…
Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen 