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Your Song

For days now, my first serious love keeps coming to mind.

He called me into bravery when I was afraid.
He held me when I’d just been a shrew and forgave me.
He was wise beyond his years and oh so kind.
He could make me laugh for days and then some.

One gaze could set my belly on fire, harden nipples and dampen panties.

And so much more …

Loving the him that was. It’s good to remember and celebrate loving.

This is one of my favorite recordings of Your Song.


Deeper Joy, Always

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I’m reading through a few entries in my first private journal started in 2013.  The only person I shared that journal with often said even my writing style was poetic.  At the time, I did not see that.  About 2 years after starting that journal, a creative writing flow was set free in me and this poetry blog was born.  In recent months, I’ve begun a second poetry blog which is not anonymous. Felt like the time had come to be more public with whatever content I was comfortable to share as ‘me’.  🙂

Below is my first entry in that initial top secret (!) journal writing blog. I want to turn it into an official poem yet leaving it as is feels right.

Whoever you are, I want to tell you I already LOVE the creative flow in you and cannot wait until you share it with the rest of us.  Whether you choose to write anonymously as I did here or write publicly as yourself, the exhilaration of sharing will cause new levels of freedom and creativity to be activated within.

August 2013 Journal Writing
During meditation, I kept feeling tight pain in my chest and followed the instructions to direct my breath there. As the physical tightness unwrapped and relaxed, tears began flowing.  My heart is broken for my sister’s loss, yet there is recognition of pain layers going much deeper than recent events can explain.

Rivers of wrong rising up and a slow rinsing away of injustice with each teardrop.

Pain is wearisome yet when embraced like the wretched porcupine it is, it turns into joy unending.  The greatest pain is overcome by an even deeper joy, always.

Hope is born in new dimensions and colors at the oddest of moments.

Eight Miles Wide

So, this song …

The first time I heard it, I was aghast. I don’t know why. Considering the highly erotic and sometimes graphic poems I often pen, you’d think I would not enter the state of aghast watching a video like this. Alas, I did. I must have been in a particularly proper Victorian or catholic mood that night.
The second time I heard it, I couldn’t stop laughing.
The third time I heard it ….
well, my reactions vary but I love this song.
Plus, where else would I have learned the word ‘vigantastically’?

The story behind the video: The singer/songwriter, Storm Large, wanted this song filmed in the whimsical style of a Massengil Douche commercial and a Dr. Pepper commercial. I believe she achieved the desired effect.

Oh, in case you miss it – the sexy red head dancing in the rain and the blonde lounge singer are both Storm.

On a (semi-) serious note, Storm is a fabulous singer. After playing this video for the umpteenth, I did a YouTube search and was amazed at the multitude of gorgeous songs she has performed. A quick trip to iTunes scored one of her albums. I’m glad this naughty, campy video led me to her. Perhaps I will one day enjoy her show in person?

Lyrics found here:

Eight Miles Wide
by Storm Large

all of my life
I’ve never fit
but I won’t complain and I won’t quit
I am enormous
get used to it
everyone tells me I’m too much
maybe it’s just you’re not enough for me
can’t you see
I’m the kind of the woman I’m supposed to be

my vagina is 8 miles wide
absolutely everyone can come inside
if you’re ever frightened just run and hide
my vagina is 8 miles wide

tell me what is womanly to you
strong but not too much of a brute
it’s cool if she’s powerful
but way better if she’s cute
for all of us girls who don’t fit in
I say go Amazonian
you can be a kick-ass bruiser
and be feminine


now I am not loose and I’m not a whore
this is a metaphor for
my super vigantastically mystical feminine goddess core
and I hate it when women make that noise

that we don’t need daddies, men or boys
even the hard-core dykes like
cock-shaped sex toys

my vagina
it’s universal
like a penis
but reversible
come on in, the water’s fine
it’s not my vagina
it’s our vagina

[harmony chorus]
[just the boys]

a big big love
a big big love

The Darkness Of Your Light

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I crave the darkness of your light.

Head bowed,
heart surrendered,

Graceful ferocity stills this disquieted soul.
Your strokes quell fear,
make passion fires roar,
and cause peace to descend
in my mind and body.

Pensive surrender is my gift to you.
Soul and body your instrument,
heart laid wide open.
Captive by choice.
Freely yours.
Freed to entrust every corner
of my being.

There is a depth to this mystery of surrender,
deeper than yet known.

My shadows are beginning to yield,
to bend without breaking,
to give without sense of loss,
to obey in spirit without reservation.

I crave the darkness of your light
and surrender.