[…] in subtle violets above rough beds of redwood bark and waive all rights to springtime’s soft ascent—accept the harsh descent of life implicit-cradling death. And so you raise your lonely sheath and bloom a […]
My job was once threatened if I published a poem. I lived in another place but in America and knew my rights. I let the poem wait. Oh, I read it aloud once
My father comes to me his hand scrapes on the door that he opens to this bedroom where I am still, not sleeping but waiting for his hair oil scent to reach me.
In those days we all wanted a man to cover our shame, the nakedness of being a woman alone. A degree yes unless The Knight came
Family sentinels, we watch flames grab scrub oak roughly on the shoulder of our dysphoric mountain, shiver as three firs’ tired arms collapse in slow motion silence.
[…] Prayer Bless us as we try to find ourselves, each other. II. Went to play ball on the low hoops on 9th East. Got next game with my buddies. The team we challenge has […]
Charter for Statehood chronicles Utah’s constitutional history from its territorial days through the present. Dr. White, emeritus professor of political science at Weber State University, employs her vast skills in state and local history […]
Once on the porch I asked great-grandfather Porter a question loudly and he said wait though he was just sitting still his face raised to low sun eyes half-open
Out of Sunday morning dark My grandma came for me. Stripped bare to dreaming I saw Her occupy the fat black leather rocker
The full third moon of passing winter rears up against an x-ray white orchard. There are tree skeletons. And puddles like black eye sockets.