Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson
Biography of Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson
xperienced severe mental, physical and sexual abuse. In 1998, she started therapy for intense PTSD and a dissociative disorder, which helped save her life and open the doors to her creative voices.
Although she just started writing 3 years ago, she has already established a prestigious resume':
Her book, 'Out of Cullen Street (A House of Madness) ', is available at Amazon.com, and her poetry has been published in anthologies and magazines around the world. For example: The Taj Mahal Review (multiple editions) , 'Symphonies', 'A Ferment of Images', 'Explorers', (all published by cyberwit.net in India) , The People's Poet (UK) (x2) , 'The Light' magazine, 'Lemming' (Canada) , Poetry in Wartime, Emerging Visions, and more.
One of her poems (from her book) , 'Like a Rock', recently won first prize out of over 15,000 international entries, at www.poetrysoup.com.
Another of her poems, 'Moon Majesty', was just published by, and received an Honorable Mention from, Sol Magazine.
She has received the President's Certificate of Literary Excellence, International Poetry Award of Excellence, has been included in the International Who's Who in Poetry, and named an International Poet of Merit.
She is on the Editorial Advisory Board of the Taj Mahal Review, a member of the New Mexico State Poetry Society, and the Academy of American Poets.
This spring, she wrote all the poetry and articles for the 2006-2007 Española Valley Visitors' Guide, (New Mexico) .
She is a founding member of the Martin Luther King, Jr., National Memorial Project in Washington, D.C., and the Rosa Parks Wall of Tolerance, a prominent feature of the Civil Rights Memorial Center in Montgomery, Alabama.
Rev. Hudson states: 'My poetry's purpose is to contribute a new perspective, both serious and humorous, to help change/heal the mind of the world, such that we 'change our minds & keep the change'.'
In addition to singing with the University of New Mexico, Valencia Campus Chorale Ensemble and the Albuquerque Symphony Adult Choir, Rev. Hudson is a minister with Universal Ministries, certified peer counselor for the mentally ill, and a paraprofessional crisis/suicide line volunteer.
She and her husband of twenty-eight years, John, live in Los Lunas, New Mexico. They have three children, four grandchildren, five cats and three dogs.
Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson's Works:
'Out of Cullen Street (A House of Madness) '
(Available at: http: //www.redleadbooks.com/msreguhu.html)
Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson Poems
Real Work (The Brilliant Fool)
He was a piece of work,
You, my beloved, bring light to my soul Before I met you, I lived on parole Freedom, elusive, seemed so far out of reach
Armed And Dangerous (A Valentine's Poem)
Don’t know about you, but I think it’s stupid To give lethal weapons to a diapered Cupid (and what happens when he’s gotta go?)
English As A Foreign Language (With Engl...
I am acclumsid conflicted by accidie
At Play In A Garden Of Words (The Proble...
I’m put upon to ponder the problem of poetry & thus, I proudly or, perhaps, perfunctorily, Ponderously pronounce with a preponderance, Even a plethora, of p’s:
New Mexico Welcome
New to this Land of Enchantment state of mind? Well, welcome home, weary traveler, welcome home!
A Visit To El Santuario De Chimayo
A sense of the sacred permeates these grounds where El Santo Niño de Atocha walks
A Gathering Of Tumbleweeds
a gathering of tumbleweeds hesitated, trembling aside the highway’s edge until an odd,
Autumn In New Mexico
Golden curtains shimmer down to ground and grass through high-arcing, brilliant double rainbows, children of the rain
He’s my porch cat, Mr. Jake is He sometimes comes on in To slake his
Of Angels And Cigarettes
I watch my little Angel cat, A frolicking, dancing, Gold-and-blue-eyed cotton ball Of a little Angel cat,
Arguing With An Echo
I was arguing with an echo, in the mountains near my home - it made me feel less lonely, not quite so all alone
He's aware of the yard he lives in - aware of the fences
“The other reason I Didn’t show up? Well…”
My Shakespearean Sonnet
What Shakespeare didn’t write he left to me
In this, a brand new world and century
The English language lives and breathes, alive
A poet’s job is helping it survive
The Muses use us, soul and body, mind
To write of things that can not be defined
The subject matter always stays the same
It’s love and hate, it’s greed and fear and fame