by Lorinda Boyer | Aug 30, 2026 | Reflections on God, Substack
E.V. Un-Free #4 “Let us pray.” My cousin steps back from the podium. He closes his eyes, clasps his hands and bows his head. He closes the memorial for his grandfather with heartfelt expressions of gratitude, extolling the Lord’s goodness and mercy. But I don’t share... 
by Lorinda Boyer | Oct 14, 2025 | Bits and Pieces, Memories, Substack
I wrote this story while healing from surgery, when pain had stripped away all my usual armor. My dad showed up that day with coffee and stories—his quiet way of saying you’ll make it, kid. In October of 2017, I was in an incredible amount of pain. I’d just had... 
by Lorinda Boyer | Oct 10, 2025 | Poem, Substack
Thank you to The Unsealed for advancing another of my poems to the next round of voting! (If you would like to help it along, visit The Unsealed and give it a thumbs up! Thank you!) Reclaimed Had I known what it meant when my stomach flipped as the girl in gym class... 
by Lorinda Boyer | Jun 22, 2025 | Anthologies, Published
Thank You, FruitSlice! Big love and gratitude to FruitSlice Literary Magazine for publishing my newest piece, Built, Not Found. This one’s for the queers who made home with their hands. For the ones who didn’t wait to be invited in—they built the damn... 
by Lorinda Boyer | May 27, 2025 | Bits and Pieces
This morning, I return to the cemetery where I buried my father in January. Over a thousand American flags line the walkways, catching the breeze like breath still moving through the bones of this place. Under the wide arms of an old oak, I lay a bundle of yellow...
