Quotes by : Beth Morey

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

absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells....

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

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

do you dare to step in-to the vulnerable black, stripped to the soul with human blindness – when the....

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

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....

I hear talk of that slippery slope, and my heart catches for a beat. But there is the musky truth I'm....