My Poetry

“What if this was the last time we spoke?”  She screamed into the phone at me.  And if I’m being honest, I would feel relief.  In every...

Let’s start with  the memory of  the first day in January of this year. She said “I have a feeling  this year will be a hard one.”  How...

21:  18 months of my life planned for, now cut short after five. The mission I went on for the church was the mission that made me see...

Instead of our usual morning ritual of whispers of “good morning” and reaching for each other in the dark of the early morning,  I was...

In another life  I stayed on the Mormon mission. I stayed in the sweltering humidity of the Philippines and continued to preach to the...