“do you dare to step in- to the vulnerable black, stripped to the soul with human blindness – when the full and weeping moon steps from the shade of a tumult of mountains – when, in the fragrant dim, day's… — Beth Morey Copy Share Image
“imagine the desert mothers, with hair tangled tighter than their theology and breasts that flowed milk and mystic wisdom. they knew how to draw the singing sigils in the sand, how to dig rough and bitten fingers into desiccated dirt… — Beth Morey Copy Share Image
“do you dare to step in- to the vulnerable black, stripped to the soul with human blindness – when the full and weeping moon… — Beth Morey Copy Share Image
“imagine the desert mothers, with hair tangled tighter than their theology and breasts that flowed milk and mystic wisdom. they knew how to draw… — Beth Morey Copy Share Image
