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…

Cockroaches and Codependence

There are few things I really hate. Cockroaches. I do hate them. And I really dislike their slower, larger, uglier cousins, what we here in Noo Yawk call “waterbugs.”  Sounds innocuous right? Wrong. They may be more lumbering compared to their scurrying light hating (though this too is a myth) death defying primos, but they…

Marking the Months with Crayons

I used to mark the months with crayons, coloring my days with giant X’s filling square boxes I’d keep each calendar stacked and stored safely away amid brochures and playbills and recital programs I used to start counting the year in September only a quarter Jewish from a grandfather I never met But instinctively felt…