by Christal Ann Rice Cooper
New York City was thick gray except for the Eastern Star within skyscraper skies; Wall Street Boulevard egged-white with snow and the bloody limbs of those who jumped from buildings when they learned of Black Tuesday, Black Thursday, and the closing of banks in Manhattan. Mr. Brooklyn and Mrs. Queens, who was pregnant by some Being, rode in a tiny taxi cab to the Manhattan Metropolitan Zoo– the only building that had a room, where the Baby was born. The flock of zoo keepers, and their elephants and lions sang praises for the baby. The ABC newsman, the NBC newsman, and the CBS newsman heard their voices, and followed the echoes stopping at Central Park for strawberries and hot chocolate and continued to follow the echoes to a poor house where the Baby ate his animal crackers and drank grape juice from a sippy cup. They fell to their knees before Him, singing praises – the ice on their lips like diamonds blazing on red silk.
Christal Ann Rice Cooper identifies herself as a Jesus-loving and Gospel-relying person. She is a newspaper writer, feature stories writer, poet, fiction writer, photographer, and painter. She has a Bachelor’s in Criminal Justice and completed all of her poetry and fiction workshops required for her Master’s in Creative Writing with a focus on poetry. She maintains a website at www.chrisricecooper.com
She, her husband Wayne, sons Nicholas and Caleb, cats Nation and Alaska reside in the St. Louis area.