October 6, 2022 Dear Reader, My name is Morgan E. Underwood. I am a theology nerd, lover of stories, writer, and mother to one black cat. Have you ever…
April 12, 2025 Breathe Inhale. Exhale. In— In—in—in. The shakes. How do I breathe? How did you breathe? When Death took your friend? Or did the Breath of…
April 7, 2025 Pilot Pen my blue Pilot pen. not black. not red. blue. wet ink catches light. a momentary glimmer. river shimmers. my soul quivers. dissonance whets the…
April 6, 2025 A Confession based on 2 Corinthians 1:3–7 We confess, O God, that we deny reality. We smother our sufferings, refusing any fellowship with Christ apportioned through pain. We do not believe…
April 2, 2025 The North Rose Window Light filters through Notre Dame’s North Rose Window, rays kindling color—pomegranate, violet, and royal blue flecked with bits of honey and watermelon green. The…
March 5, 2025 Ash Wednesday It’s Ash Wednesday, the start of Lent. Oil and ashes, gritty—like greased sand—smearyour forehead, marking you with the sign of the cross. The outward…
February 18, 2025 Discarded Roses The sidewalk. A concrete treadmill. Slab. Then seam. Slab. Then seam. Slab. Spilled wine? No. Discarded roses. Capillaries sip burgundy. Passion pulses. Creeps up…
June 20, 2024 The Bones Your hand. Then no hand. Dropped. In the wilderness. Walk the valley. Not the ridge. What about the drought? No water. Not in the…
March 30, 2024 Extravagant Sacrifice, Extravagant Worship I came to a standstill last spring as I walked along the sidewalk. Floral perfume filled my nostrils, and I smiled. I knew the…
March 14, 2024 Grandmother Goose This is a poem to my grandmother Who I named Goose Whose tongue-biting smile Lit her grey eyes with ease And creased her cheeks,…
February 15, 2024 This Necklace This necklace, I thought it’d always belong to you. Memories lacking time stamps show that heart hanging from your neck. Hard and cool, diamond…
