an atheist’s prayer
Oh God. Oh Mother. Oh Holy One. I don’t think you’re listening. I don’t think you can. Whether you created this Universe or you ARE this…
erasure i. the murder: a poem
By Emily Erasure I. The Murder the prophets kill Motherwhile Father watches. with my forehead on the groundi can’t see His faceto tell if He…
who is safe in a safe space?
Who is safe in a safe space? Surely not me. When the comments are cloaked in white supremacy, Tell me, how do your hurt feelings trump…
a sacerdotal anecdote
Flipping through my journal, I found a weird entry from earlier this year, some late-night, directionless stuff on what it means to be the first to do something.…
young one from the house: a poem
Young one from the house By Erin Moore I had this idea And it is merely that. Just a tiny floating speck in the…
Young Mormon Feminists 