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November 8, 2015
True Love
There is an Unbroken Part of me I only know This because I fell in Love with you And followed That thread Back home To myself Know Three things I have been broken But I have a self That remains whole My love for you Comes from that in me Which survived Intact Loving you Leads me To me I…
November 6, 2015
Why I can’t fail
I am made for Love, Intimacy, and Trust Nothing matters more to my Soul than that I came here to be wounded there so that I could heal and show others how No power on this Earth is stronger than my heart No abuse can keep me from Love Anything that stands between me and Love will be dissolved.…
October 22, 2015
The Sound of Silence
Dear friends, You’ve probably heard the phrase, “a sniveling victim,” which conjures images of someone moaning and complaining, begging for help they’ll never actually take, even if they get it, because deep down they’re attached to their own suffering. If you haven’t been sexually abused, and maybe even if you have, you may ask yourself, “How come the victim doesn’t…
October 15, 2015
my center is torn
I am a robot on mute Grocery shopping, sleeping Dancing Turn on my sound, I’m still begging, “Help.” Knees pressed together To protect My torn center One arm and both Legs still fighting A battle My body can’t Stop remembering How to lose Drowning in my Powerlessness Over and over again Wouldn’t it be nicer if I wasn’t A victim?…
October 10, 2015
I am not the tooth fairy
In a moment of rose-colored Dreaming She yanks out all her teeth And says “For you For you And only for you” But I am not a goddess My favor is not earned Through sacrifice She is no prince Coming at me With a mouthful Of pain “But I emptied my mouth to the roots For you, for you” I…
October 8, 2015
BIG News: Atlantis sinks in 35 Days (OVERWHELM book release info)
Guess what? I have a novel coming out very soon! Friday, November 13th, to be exact. Yes, Friday the 13th. Makes it at little easier to remember to stop by Amazon and grab your copy, right? (Or, you can pre-order it now, and then all you’ll need to remember to grab is cookies, which you can eat while curled up…
September 30, 2015
Who Is This Smiling Poet? (Discovering Self through poetry-writing)
In my poem “you remind me of the color orange,” I ask, Who is this smiling poet who rises at dawn to find one seashell? The hakomi therapist I am seeing to support my sexual abuse healing process asks similar questions: “Who is the you who decided to come to therapy, who gets up and goes for walks at…
September 29, 2015
firefly funeral
welcome to the firefly funeral her fierce love-light crushed smeared into the tent floor he turns away curls into the fetal position and falls back to sleep stand witness Image credit: “Lupines and Fireflies No. 4” by Mike Lewinski
September 25, 2015
Collecting Sunrises: What healing looks like
Yesterday, I had an appointment with a doctor I’d waited a year to see. For that appointment, I had to leave my house at 7 am. For someone who is used to waking up closer to 11, and who deals with chronic fatigue, the idea of being fully alert at that hour was intimidating. In preparation, I spent a week…
September 11, 2015
kiss yourself
Blindfolded recognize the mouth of the underworld by the scent of ice rising from the heart Head towardpain through the thick of terror (call it by it’s true name: lies, lies, lies) The pathis stark walled in by lists of pros and cons suffering measured against joy andtallied hard Bite down with mollars worn by worrying nights on that last…
