My Mormon Transgender Second Life
Changeling Once, up on a shelf in my sister’s room on a slender stand of silver there was a round and shining mirror. With my sister gone to school and my mother napping in an empty afternoon, I quietly entered the brightness of the room. The white canopied bed with rose covers curved and billowed …
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.
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.
My Mormon Transgender Second Life
