Poems from 89kyla
How does an almost adult praise God?
I give thanks through my own body.
It seems to be the only way I feel connected to you.
My...
How does a millennial praise, God?
I give thanks through my own body.
It seems to be the only way I feel connected to you.
The embers...
Quick movements show a grace unparalleled
Taking hold in the center of the world, our dance floor.
All alone and altogether rejoicing in...