The View Is Always Personal
It’s nothing but it’s a whole lot of nothing . . . The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!
Category: Poetry
Daughter
Sometimes I imagine my birth. The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!
Smoke Signals
My dad was not a religious man The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!
Pilgrimage
Walking along these sands, trying to find Jesus The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!
Mormon in the South
When I tell people I grew up Mormon in the south what I mean is, The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!
When I Saw My Brother Joseph’s Face
Your angel appeared on a morning like this, and newborn saints gathered to your nucleus The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!
Shekinah
Wise woman, your mottled bark beckons The full content of this post is available to subscribers. Subscribe now or log in!