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October 26, 2018A drive for its own sake
five o’clock on a lazy New Year’s Day,
our kids, aged two and one, coming down
from the cocktail of cousins and sugar.
A drive for its own sake
five o’clock on a lazy New Year’s Day,
our kids, aged two and one, coming down
from the cocktail of cousins and sugar.
With seedling splintered bone and seminal tears
They planted furrows of themselves to please
The God of distant rest, whose mysteries
Confirmed the city and sustained its seers.
Tom Christofferson’s That We May Be One exploded onto the LDS book market with a series of news releases, interviews, and appearances.It represents a gigantic leap in the Deseret Book LDS conversation on LGBTQ+ (hereafter: gay) members since the publication of Ty Mansfield’s In Quiet Desperation: Understanding the Challenge of Same-gender Attraction.Even the use of the descriptor “gay” in place of “same-gender attraction” still raises the hackles of many in the faith.In contrast to Mansfield’s desperate struggle, Tom Christofferson declares “There is nothing intrinsically about who I am that is offensive to God.”
Six months after she’d divorced her most recent husband, Sue kicked back the silk sheets one chilly morning and decided to take back her maiden name. She packed her bags, grabbed a cab to Charles…
Hoy cayó Halloween en las montañas
(el terror de un millón de calabazas)
y las calles de Utah se poblaron
de fantasmas y de brujas.
1. An advent: ancient archangels architect abstract astronomy and
arid asteroids.
2. All asteroids appeared amorphous and absent; And all asleep across
aquatic anarchy. And astral angels advanced across area.
Look:
My wife’s distended belly reaches
Into the room as if it wishes
To announce a separate humanity
In curves both out from and into her body.
Images, of now, in time, examined by five senses
change when science lifts the edges of perception
and we see what used to be legend laid bare
by numbers and their manipulation.
“Dear Heavenly Father,” I began, “please help me do well on this test.” I was on my way to the Garfield Community Center in the Central District to take a skills test for a City…
I write for my friend Michael,
who alone on our island
had grace I could dive into.
Boyhood buddy of beach-night bonfires,