So much, lately, feels like the churning of water in storm, sixty pounds per square inch of pressure dragging this way and that and down
and even when I’m walking on the surface, the gentle ripple washing over my toes reminds me of currents below
reminds me that foundations as fluid as faith bear the weight of souls
We really enjoyed this year’s Mormon Lit Blitz–and are looking forward to compiling all the finalists in a second print anthology next...
we are all of us, always a hair’s width from calamity and but a breath from joy
The Sunday squirrels were the most aggressive, tumbling over each other to get the holy leftovers, biting and scratching as if their...
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