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That We May Be One: A Personal Journey | Tom Christofferson, That We May Be One: A Gay Mormon’s Perspective on Faith and Family

Tom Christofferson’s That We May Be One exploded onto the LDS book market with a series of news releases, interviews, and appearances.It represents a gigantic leap in the Deseret Book LDS conversation on LGBTQ+ (hereafter: gay) members since the publication of Ty Mansfield’s In Quiet Desperation: Understanding the Challenge of Same-gender Attraction.Even the use of the descriptor “gay” in place of “same-gender attraction” still raises the hackles of many in the faith.In contrast to Mansfield’s desperate struggle, Tom Christofferson declares “There is nothing intrinsically about who I am that is offensive to God.”

Come to Zion

Six months after she’d divorced her most recent husband, Sue kicked back the silk sheets one chilly morning and decided to take back her maiden name. She packed her bags, grabbed a cab to Charles…

Poema de Halloween, 2001

Hoy cayó Halloween en las montañas 
(el terror de un millón de calabazas) 
y las calles de Utah se poblaron 
de fantasmas y de brujas. 

Alpha

1. An advent: ancient archangels architect abstract astronomy and 
arid asteroids.  

2. All asteroids appeared amorphous and absent; And all asleep across 
aquatic anarchy. And astral angels advanced across area.

Sonnet—For Solstice

Look: 
            My wife’s distended belly reaches 
Into the room as if it wishes 
To announce a separate humanity 
In curves both out from and into her body. 

Agency of all that matters

            Images, of now, in time, examined by five senses
change when science lifts the edges of perception
and we see what used to be legend laid bare 
by numbers and their manipulation. 

AMEN

“Dear Heavenly Father,” I began, “please help me do well on this test.” I was on my way to the Garfield Community Center in the Central District to take a skills test for a City…

La’ie Mud Rhymes

I write for my friend Michael, 
who alone on our island 
had grace I could dive into. 
Boyhood buddy of beach-night bonfires, 

Forgotten Birds

The black-cassocked crow 
broods in the eucalyptus 
where blood-red umbellates 
breathe out the odor of camphor. 
As the graves grow green 
and spring missiles its 
multitudinous wings,