“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
“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
