My Mormon Transgender Second Life
Orphan Shoe Searched all night For lambs lost. For coins Whole joint was tossed. But cobblers know Neither flock nor treasure. Upon what base Was fit my measure? Born of neither Gold or nursing mother, I was lost. You just shrugged, Sat down And stitched another ··· modified 7-2-18. “Bleating” changed to “nursing” LG Lona …
living on the equator but longing for snow
a journal of creative endeavors, acknowledgements, and awakenings
Surviving and savoring parenthood one day at a time
slow time and the soft infinity
A look at the looks
the lived experiences and musings of an organic, home-grown poet
personal reflections, meditations, and dreams
Internationally Published Poet
a sometimes intrepid exploration of a virtual world
mostly poetry, partly peculiar.
Goodies from my mailbox and camera
The poetry of ineptitude.
Poets Pub
The greatest Mormon blog in the universe.
The Personal is Empirical
Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.
...in which I attempt to write in an amusing fashion, look at shiny things both past and present, and not lose it. Again.
Because every night, something has to go in the oven.
