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For my cousin, wherever you may find her

Sweet girl,

I remember you.

I remember you standing in between your father and another grown man.

Your wrists no bigger than the twigs we pulled off aspen trees.

You were so unbearably, heartbreakingly small.

I remember you yelling ‘NO DAD’

With your entire body and the strength your mother’s voice had forgotten.

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In my dreams we are fighting the same man.

We are fighting your father.

In my sister’s dreams we are fighting the same man.

We are fighting your father.

In my mother’s dreams,

In my aunts dreams, we are all fighting the same man.

We have always been fighting your father.

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We have always been fighting his father.

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In my best dreams you are safe.

In my best dreams I hold you in my arms and we convince you that you are not alone.

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I remember your only public profile picture.

How tall you have grown since they moved you to the desert.

How beautifully you have grown since I last knew you.

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Sweet girl,

I will always miss you.

I drop a penny in every fountain I see and whisper your name.

I never hear a single coin hit the bottom.

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Sweet girl,

I see you in every terrified girl-child that I meet in this plantation.

I see you in the mirror every morning.

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May god bless and keep you,

My dearest, my sweetest, my bravest, my smallest sister.

May god free you from our family.

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If God was real

If god was here; He would leave.

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If god was here, he would notice the stabbing pain that shoots through my ankles and shins.

Who knew I needed this many failing joints to stand up straight?

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If god was here he would burn for the 15 new martyrs buried under our silence and the desert sand.

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He would tell you every time my daughter did not come home.

He would watch the unmarked desert graves burn the edges of every soul in this colony, like paper.

He would wonder why none of us have moved to stop this.

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He would rage.

He would scream.

They would put him in a 72hr hold.

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He would grieve for a million eternities, at how little any of this guilt can fix.

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There is no god here.

No community. No solidarity. No people.

What will you say when you meet him?

What of our souls will remain?

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What will you say when you meet him?

What of our souls will remain?

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My mothers son

Sitting on the balcony of a mega complex;

Looking down at the houses still holding out.

I think my father missed prison.

I miss you with every shattered, lonely atom in my body.

How could you?

How could you break me into a shape you have no use for?

In the eye of an empire,

With traumas as vast and varied

As it’s violences;

I will my body to accept change as the only constant

I will myself not to become a martyr

to the despair and hedonia

that materializes out of the shadows and concrete of this place.

I will myself not to internalize the way the allostatic load splinters my elbows.

I will myself to believe people

When they tell me who they are

My father missed prison more than he loved my mother.

I will this new body not to be his son.

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in another life you were better

Rod Serling haunts me;

The way my father intended.





You leave copies of bell hooks out when we fight;

While your boyfriend calls me a pussy.

In another life you were better;

In another life we were better.





I owe the people $128.

You owe some broken girl-child from the mountains everything.





You of all people were supposed to understand me.

You gave me every book about myself that you have never read

I watch the tendrils of apathy and capital coil;

You could not hold the pain of a widow if she payed you

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Labor Shortage in Omelas

I will myself to hold the taste of this failure in my mouth.
Just one more flavor my white parents did not know how to cook with.

I smother the bitterness of asparagus and your contempt in garlic and white wine.

if god where my dinner guest;

He would ask me which brown woman we owed for tonight’s spice blend;
He would remind me that none of us have ever lived anywhere but Omelas;
He would remember how the acid of the lemon juice cut through the grease and your vitriol.

There is no violence or abuse
This sous chef pretending to be a line cook; did not teach me how to plate.

Salt. Fat. Acid.
I have always held my own magic.

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Defense of Religious Liberty or Defense of Discrimination?

Church leaders are going to great lengths to defend what they are labeling as religious freedom. In our church history, members of the church (including my own pioneer ancestors) suffered great persecution and were denied their right to practice their religion according to our conscience. It only seems natural that church leaders would continue to be engaged in efforts to defend this God-given right. However, there is much more to this than meets the eye. Continue reading

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To the King Across My Chessboard

I'm standing on this cloud
Because this book belongs to you
It's filled with all the thoughts and promises
I made before I knew

Before you told me there's a woman
Who threads fire through her hair
Whose iceberg eyes are made from stars
You forged in holiness and prayer

And if the bishops on this chessboard
Are right and speak the truth
Then I'm off to dwell in darkness
I'm not leaving her for you

But I'm quite sure you folded glory
In the forests of her soul
The same way you painted fire
In men whose eyes are made of coal

So I'm standing on this cloud
Because this writing is not mine
And while I'll miss your starry buildings
I believe her heart's a sign
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Houses by the Sea

I remember when you kissed my hand
Like softly pouring rain
There's not a single fracture in my soul
That dared to stay the same

I still feel your fingers laced in mine
Trying not to change the past
And this everything you left with me
Is endless. It is vast.

My head is filled with could-have-beens
And houses by the sea
While Gods of grey remind me
That we do not love for free

I will never touch your hand again
We are finite, laced with pain
But on nights when whispers haunt me
I'll pretend you're in the rain

I'll pretend you paint the sunsets
And the shapes inside the clouds
I'll pretend that I'd have no regrets
If I'd dared to love out loud

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The Room With the Universe

 

When I was a child you spoke of a room
Where the universe sat on a throne
And the stars and the planets and asteroid bands
Were etched into windows and stone

And the floor was composed of the gods we had known
In eons that long since had passed
Where you wrapped me in starstuff adorned with a cloud
And said love would be there if I asked
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