Julie A. Sergel, Author at Rebelle Society

I’m An Open Book & It’s Not My Problem If That Turns You Off.

When you meet me, you will learn about the characters in my life and myself as the protagonist. You will be introduced to my world. You will learn this right away. This is the setup to my story.

archives, poetry

Get Over It.

{poetry}

archives, poetry

It’s Not About Religion.

By Thomas Lloyd Qualls

archives, happiness

If This Little Black Dress Could Talk: Understanding the Human Experience.

Once she gained your trust with such surface-level stories, she would carry on to describe the time she graced my skin and held me tight when my voice quivered as I gave my father’s memorial speech at the funeral home -- the way my heart broke with every word I muttered, but her stitching never ...

archives, poetry

Most People Don’t Know The Good News About Climate Change.

By The Green Divas.

you & me

The Feminine Principle: Yes, We Are Just Breasts And Hips.

Sometimes I wonder if the Divine Feminine is rising more in men than in women. On city streets, I see men taking their time, allowing their gait to be (consciously or not) felt out more, present, not rushed. I see women, myself included, running here and there, and I wonder why.

poetry

I Live In Shades Of Fireworks Falling From The Sky. {poetry}

Fireworks burst in my mouth. Bright lights leak from between my teeth, and my lips are cracked with liquid rubies spilling from their torn scabs. By moon fall I escaped the talons of wild beasts; slipped through their cages of ribs. At sun drop I arrived by way of a poached lion ...

you & me

Do Not Act Wise When It Comes To Love.

You will run and laugh and sing, and one day you will meet someone who makes your heart beat with no pattern again, and you might try to hide or protect yourself, or compare the different states of love, but you must not grow up.

you & me

The Gift Of Restlessness.

The hollow places inside of you that you’ve been trying to cram with the impermanent things of this world are magnified. Turned into chasms, a deep well you are terrified to peek into for fear of what you may find in the darkness.

art

Desperately Seeking A Sense Of Purpose.

I have always wanted to be heard. Not to achieve some modicum of glory or fame (not that I haven’t fantasized about the limelight, of course I have), but to feel like I’ve given the world something of value through my work. And I mean work that is deeply personal, not just a function of survival.

Julie A. Sergel

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