Monday, July 6, 2020

Alive Again


I am that Rottweiler Bitch

Whose litter of puppies died

And I will find nine replacements, 

Be it a fuzzy slipper,

A stuffed animal

Or an abandoned baby squirrel 

And I will nurse it back to life

Because every single morning 

I wake up

Alive.


Some may want me to carry 

The flame of eternal love,

An idealistic image of romance,

But let me tell you 

There is no romance in an empty bed,

No comfort in placing ones head

On an imaginary chest

Because every single night

I went to bed

Alone.


Here in this little room

I can see what remains of my life;

I have held it in my hands

And watched it slip away

While I grieved what I had lost.

Lost no longer,

I have been found.

Broken and broken have come together

And for the first time in years

I sleep sound. 






Sunday, June 28, 2020

The Grave Robber

Who are you, he once asked.

For fear I’d scare him off,

I did not reply.


I’m your Spirit Animal, Baby.

I’m here to dirty dance you,

Romance you,

To breathe new life into you.

Take that foot out of the coffin

And claw your way back to the living

Cuz it ain’t your time to die.


I’m a night walker,

I’m a grave robber

Digging up the living dead

From where I used to dwell.

I’m gonna rattle your bones,

Linger on the humerus,

And shake the dust off your thighs.


And if you survive the resurrection,

We’re gonna coast, Baby, 

Cuz the grim reaper owes us that.


Who are you, he once asked,

And I demurely smiled.



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Tuesday, June 23, 2020

Becoming Mighty





On second thought ...




YES IT DID!

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

24 Seasons of Winter


With one dance, one glance,
one kiss,
24 Seasons of Winter
melted away
in 
The Great Thaw.

Wednesday, December 18, 2019

The Healing


He pressed his body
inside mine
like a preacher
at an old-time, big tent revival
and commanded,
"Be Healed".

Monday, October 21, 2019

The Story

Play me like a guitar
as I read you with my hands
 the way a blind man
reads a book 
written in Braille,
lingering on every word
until I know 
every page
by heart.
The type of book 
where the reader
slowly falls in love
with the main character
and sweetly thinks about him
long after the story ends.

Monday, October 7, 2019

Déjà vu



"Did I know you in a previous life?" he asked.
I replied through a side glance 
and a crooked smile,
"Yes. We were Vikings together,
sailing the stormy seas
way back in the year of
one thousand sixty three".

Waves were not alone
pounding against the stern.
Beneath the dragon-head prow
he would keep me warm.
And on nights the ocean was quiet,
under the sails, 
we made our own storm.

That was last I saw him,
tangled limbs and hair,
a thousand years ago
wrapped in seal skins
without a care.

Until that night he grabbed my hand
and pulled me out to dance.
In shyness and confusion
I could barely give him a glance.

Though my eyes may have deceived me,
in a moment of Déjà vu,
once within his arms
my body said,
"Oh. It's YOU."

Sunday, October 6, 2019

The Autumn of My Life



"There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. Yet that will be the beginning." Louis L'Amour

And so I begin again.
With complete abandon.


Saturday, January 12, 2019

All I Need


It's cold out here tonight

I'm worn out from the fight

I catch my breath
And pray for rest

Last night I had the most terrifying dream.  You stopped loving me.  I was captive in a horrible, unnatural world where I could feel the physical pain of my heart breaking, I could hear the sobbing of my own cries, and feel the wetness of my own tears. I was begging you to love me again. All the furniture, walls, and floors had been stripped out of our home. There was nothing left. In utter desperation, I ran down darken streets screaming out that this could not be happening. It felt impossible, unbearable, for you to not love me. I was going to die if you stopped loving me.

By morning light, I knew that you dying was not the most terrible thing that could ever happen to me; because you still love me and always will.  That's all I need.


Still a fire burns,
 lighting up the room

I know You're here with me

You wrap me in Your arms,

Like only You can do,
I know You're all I need
With You, I'll always be
Home

Sunday, May 27, 2018

New Beginnings



This woman, much the Other Side of Midlife,
begins a new journey tomorrow.
I'll be flying to Los Angeles for a week of training with the
Institute for Multi-Sensory Education
(IMSE)
to be trained in the

I forsee this becomming a Ministry for me,
providing tutoring to children in need and perhaps change a life or two along the way.
It's already been life-changing for me.
Love and prayers appreciated.