Guest Blogger:
Gary Lee Parker

I cut my genes for you
I cut myself to keep your love
I trim the edges, rough to smooth
I shape my soul to fit your glove

I Infect myself for you
I change my mind to rise above
my baser state, the more uncouth
allotments, lop the riffraff of

my riffraff spirit’s residue
I clip the wings of Eden’s dove
I cut my genes for you, in truth
I cut myself to keep your love

I lose myself for you
I lose myself inside your need
in your X-Acto blade demands
For what I ought to be

Carefully I cut for you
my garden’s code I strictly weed
my garden’s code I prune by hand
and burn the cheap debris

my unruly runners hewn
I hew the gnarled knobs and seed
my soul anew, each woven strand
unzipped, I craft a better tree

I cut my genes for you
I cut my soul to rise above
I change myself, your fears to soothe
I cut myself to keep your love
evict myself to keep your love
 eject myself to keep a love
you are unworthy of

Why there should be Mormon moral outrage over the GOP legislation that would replace the Affordable Care Act

A bill Republicans called a replacement of the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act passed the House on May 4 (though even 20 GOP legislators in the chamber voted against it) and it is now in the Senate chambers.

Many have called it a measure for tax cuts for insurance companies, “poorly disguised” tax breaks for the wealthy – “the Holy Grail of all this”; and more. Even the president who shares the party of the lawmakers who passed the bill, who has a reputation for being aggressive, bullish and unkind, called the legislation “mean” and too harsh. Low-income folks stand the greatest loss.

The bottom line is that the Affordable Care Act expanded health coverage for 12.8 to 22 million folks (there are reasons for the variance) and 23 million stand to lose theirs if the ACA is replaced with the other bill, according to the Congressional Budget Office.

White Hot Life

Guest Blogger:
Gary Lee Parker

Sending out sparks of life
light, glowing, spinning in the dark
like a cosmic disco ball, like
white hot arcs of electric night

we turn and twist, rife with
fight, wrestling, struggling to embark,
to flee the killer’s gleaming knife
a tight hot mess  of fear in flight

dancing through the stars and strife
right, reeling, grinning in the stark
night, a cosmic joke on all, like
sleight of hand that hides the blight

of us, streaming sparks of life
light, dancing, but an interstellar lark
like a fevered dream, like
trite truth, a hot white knight

hanging onto sparks of life
like, once more unto the breach , might
makes right, and so we write
our right of way through the interstellar night

sending out sparks of life
light streamers reeling through the dark
night, the cosmic dark, and we like
flecks of fleeting passioned light

holding to this disco ball of life
like children terrored by The Patriarch
like a dying dog’s fading light
desperate to hold back the night

desperate to hold back the night
desperate, desperately, desperately
we fight

Special thanks from the MTA to Mr. Parker.