Quotes by : Beth Morey

imagine the desertmothers, with hair tangledtighter than their theologyand breasts that flowed milkand....

I am at the gates of my own destruction.(Or so I'm told.)

she prays to feel as powerful as she might if God sang silentwords into her ear and answeredall the rattling....

God,is there no faith left?He has not told. I would not know Him if I saw Him.

I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering.....

we have forgotten how to press our fingers to the tilting planet's jugular and measure her pulse. we....

what is poetry if not seeing and feeling, and feeling, feelings running deepand okay – do I see,....

we have forgotten what night tastes like, salted by full moon silver rupturingthe dark. we have forgotten....

I stand in my own power now, the questions of permission that I used to choke on for my every meal now....

the mind is a treasuretrove, an almanac, a tomb.