Dance Partner

The Lord is my dance partner He meets all my creative needs He doesn’t push beyond my limits He soothes my inner turmoil at his touch He is a cool drink of water for my soul He focuses on steps and technique not just choreography as His reputation is on the line Even though I…

Cleaned by Words

If all I ever get to do in this world is breathe I guess that is good enough for the likes of me If all I ever accomplish is learn to smile I guess that is the best gift that I can offer Yet even in the breathing and smiling I wreak I spin unwanted…

Tread Lightly Into My World

Tread lightly into my world Do not disturb the greenery Do not rearrange the linens Do not upset the keepsakes on display   Tread lightly onto my stage Forget not the author’s pen Forget not the director’s chair Forget not the choreographer’s blocks   Tread lightly upon me Lay not atop my needs Lay not aside…

There aren’t enough words for love in the English language

Despite the instinctive way we always stuck together I feel myself stretched apart like taffy that neighbors used to pull when horses carried families to town The stickiness of all this strain freezing me to this place  I cannot deny the strangely thick sentiments which bind us  Nor can I pretend that they are only…

The Consolation of Words (Its’ second appearance)

When there’s nothing to write Don’t stop dropping letter after letter, digit after digit Trade punctuation for desperation; Reinvent observation by this silent conversation. What is writing but one thought strung together by straight lines and curved ones sitting on the page’s bench, or swinging below like restless legs, or rising high above like a…

Let Not My Heart be Troubled

Let Not My Heart be Troubled                                    … trouble will ride me, burn me, expose me I’ll rage until I’m spent, then I’ll run from you  with your layers of fake False layers of a mask you put on…

My Neighborhood Small Group Does White Elephant Gift Game

My relationship to gifting is a little like what you see in this photo…only in my insides. I really dislike receiving gifts, or I have in the past felt like I did. Claiming my codependency has gotten me to step back and reexamine almost everything. I guess the truth is that I don’t like giving…

Truly Forgettable Episode 10: Beyond Belief

This is a return to the short story/blog serial that I began in January of 2013. The following link will take you to the post of the first Episode.  https://julieamrivera.wordpress.com/2013/01/10/deja-you-episode-1/ Marian didn’t believe one syllable that fell from his lips. Drake was a liar. He’d lied to her when they  were in school together, pretending…

Were I a Lily of the Valley

I’ve been ground and pulverized into powder They’ve used me to make food for many I’ve been eaten, consumed by choice, my own They’ve torn chunks off me like I was a sourdough loaf I cannot see beyond the list I’ve been boiled down to I cannot see them for I have no sense of…

A Note to a friend about the Ugly Mess Inside me

Dear friend, I appreciate your blog post’s curious and insightful narrative through a well worn bit of Scripture. I am a bit jealous of your ability to be free enough to question and allow the text to question you…I am still so sick, although I am told not to think of myself as a victim…

Learning to Breathe

They never taught me to breathe I just kind of opened my mouth and sucked No one told me how to best use my nose I didn’t know to question my lack of smell The odor must be heavy and long and thick Or I won’t know it is even there to be smelled I…