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A Mighty Change of Heart

I was born in the Church and have always been active in it—more or less. My conviction in the validity of its claims has vacillated over the years. Until recently there always had been in…

Shocks of Grain

“Whoa.” Benjamin Vaughn pulled back on the lines and stopped his four horse team. It was midmorning and he had just finished cutting his ten-acre patch of barley. With the binder stopped, Ben grasped the…

Wedding Song

Let the stone whisper to the flower, 
The flower to the sun, 
And the sun to the stars of heaven, 
That Jehovah is come for his bride; 

Take, Eat

Take, eat; this is my body. 

Like a deer he came to me, 
Parting the ferns, 
Like a deer with bright antlers. 
I chased him across meadows,

New Voices, New Songs: Contemporary Poems by Mormon Women

The sensibility described by Amy Lowell—that there is something odd about women who write serious poetry—is still given substance today by the endangered state of the species. Even I will not waste time counting the few woman poets anthologized before Lowell’s time; contemporary statistics suffice.

The Passage of Mormon Primitivism

Some of Mormonism’s most important ideas appear to lie at the point of a paradox. The president of the Church, for example, is considered to be the divinely appointed mouthpiece of God, a prophet who…