“Don’t Say Gay” Bill Passes in Florida Oh Wilgefortis Liberata Uncumber crucified by your father crucified like Christ crucified with eyes looking up not down while men point and men weep and no women allowed to tend you your disobedience? a soft beard a body you called your own my God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Oh Wilgefortis Liberata Uncumber with your arms wing-wide and wrists tied we kneel inside your poem where doves coo and candles flicker on the numinous altar of your courage Carey Taylor Carey Taylor is the author of The Lure of Impermanence (Cirque Press 2018). She is a Pushcart Prize nominee and winner of the 2022 Neahkahnie Mountain Poetry Prize. Her work has been published both in Ireland and the United States and most recently in The Black Spring Press Group Anthology-Before the Cameras Leave Ukraine (London). She holds a Master of Arts degree in School Counseling and currently lives in Portland, Oregon. https://careyleetaylor.com
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Stephanie Nead
8/24/2023 07:02:51 pm
Carey, this is even more beautiful than I remember. Such a fitting tribute. Congratulations!
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