Author: Jeremiah Ray

Jeremiah Ray is an interdisciplinary artist and writer. His visual artwork reflects an ongoing journey of exploration. Having traveled extensively during his formative years, he aims to teach others how to discover their unique voices in art, believing that it transcends verbal communication. In 2016, after being diagnosed with advanced testicular cancer, his perspective on art shifted significantly. This experience heightened his awareness of the challenges associated with vulnerability and communication. Guided by these themes, Jeremiah has embarked on a personal journey of healing and self-discovery.

i take you in
now
in memories.
breathing wisps
of your hair
that no longer cary
scent.
i take you in
now
and move you
through me,
washing my soul
of your
memory.
this is no
longer loss.

the first snowfall
is melting
though this
is not spring
one could be
deceived
but the air
and sky
hold only winter
i desperately
want spring
i crave it
more than ever
spring holds
such promises
i want
these promises
i want
longer days
i want sweat
upon skin
and intense
hunger
i want you
to arrive
to be held
by spring



so much here
in this bowl of
soup
resting on a cold
countertop
the curtains
are still closed
late autumn
works its magic
somewhere beyond
them
months or years
ago
it is summer
and we entangle ourself
in the shade
only coming inside
to
press
our bodies
against the warm
countertop

full moon tonight
it was shining
so intensely
when i got up
sometime in the
early hours
i couldn’t
fall asleep
i thought maybe
i’d make tea
and sit for awhile
watch the day
come in
i see the day
as a sort of tide
it rolls in and
then out and
so few notice
i thought i’d
sit and witness
the exact moment
when it rolled in
for the day
as i did only
once before
we were supposed
to make love
under the full moon
it was a clear sky
in august
nice and warm
a gentle breeze
we thought we’d
wake up
go to the porch
and make love
it would’ve been
the first time
in our relationship
what a perfect
first time
i waited for you
to wake me
we decided on
3 in the morning
but you didn’t arrive
i gave you
the task
i waited
and waited
then the day broke
and our full
moon left us
the tide rolled in
and i
watched it do so

snow came early
i guess it was an artic
wind moving down
i’m not sure
all i know is that
the snow came early
i wasn’t ready
i don’t think anyone was
it made me miss you
i don’t know why
we didn’t share
snowstorms as
lovers should
curled up with tea
skin to skin
but in my mind
i wanted to
i have always
wanted to
we never did
share a snowstorm
together
the long nights
heavy quilts and layers
warming ourselves
by letting skin
touch skin
we never did
i’m an old man now
missing a lover who
wasn’t there for snowstorms
who wasn’t there
except in my mind
in my mind we drink
tea in silence
we read books
and then lay our books
on the table
and let
skin touch skin