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Confessions of a Suburban Househusband

“Leave his diapers off for a few minutes each day,” said Tina, my wife. “It will do him good.” So I did, and that was how I came to be on my hands and knees…

Harvest Valley

This time of year in the Willamette Valley is full to bursting, glutted with the harvest. Hazelnut trees, tassled and drooping with nuts, trail their branches in the fat green rivers; grain and corn line…

The Allegheny Sharpshooter

sallies forth 
garbed for the hunt 
in shirt of linsey-woolsey 
and moosehide moccasins 

I am no monk, no flesh-thresher I, 

I am no monk, no flesh-thresher I, 
To winnow out, by dank silence, 
By hooded hunger and the raw, unflagging flail, 
That Adam’s chaff, desire, 
Till the husk of me lie powder on the stone. 

The Deer

There is little sound, only the gulls’ 
Sailing song, way off, and the gush 
On the grass more muted now and slow. 

Among the Mormons: A Survey of Current Literature

As Hemingway put it, “A writer’s problem does not change. He himself changes and the world he lives in changes but his problem remains the same. It is always how to write truly and, having…

The Aaronic Order: The Development of a Modern Mormon Sect

Social scientists have frequently remarked on the proliferation of religious denominations, sects and cults in the United States. Since its early history, Mormonism has spawned a large number of sects directly or indirectly. At least…

Nineteenth-Century Mormons: The New Israel

The Mormons of the nineteenth century saw themselves as a new Israel very much like the old. They appropriated ancient Israel’s sentiments and traditions, and its special status as God’s covenant people. For a Christian…