Looming large in this tapestry you’ve woven, In the warp and woof of misdirection That dangling thread. I could be dead; will I keep my
The Lock Every evening I brush one damp curl from my baby’s forehead And in its place leave a long,
When Martin Pulido and Caroline Kline announced the A Mother Here Art and Poetry Contest, I wished that I was an artist or a poet.
2014 was a tough year for many Mormon feminists. While there were some great positive changes in the Church, for me, they did not outweigh
One Art The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is
Small blue bottle on a shelf in the kitchen holds one grape hyacinth I plucked from a neighbor’s lawn. Each day I watch the tiny
by Brooke Exercise in Draining I am training to squeeze (absorb?) information from where it is plenty or scarce. Sometimes it will build up so
Initiatories and ICHP* *Intra-Perioneal Hyperthermic Chemotherapy I spend Friday mornings in the temple whispering in white, calling down the powers of Heaven to cleanse and
A plain looking thing fat disk of oil and lye forced to sit and cure becoming something permanent it may not have chosen for itself
My new little one. by Alisa Twelve days ago, I gave birth to my first baby. As I labored in the hospital, I was aware
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