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The New Mormon Poetry | Lewis Home, The seventh day

A new Mormon poetry is beginning to emerge from the shadow of traditional, more bardic Mormon verse. Peeping about in the bright sun, blinking a bit and rubbing its eyes, it shows itself in poems…

Brief Notices

In the fall 1983 column, we surmised that Merlo Pusey’s history of the George A. Smiths represented, by virtue of its flavor, a respectable and even successful attempt at “family-authorized” biography. Subsequently, a missive from…

Still Sounds of Winter

Waking from my loud dream 
I hear only what is here: 
the cornered stars rattling in glass 
and the slow roll of a drumhead moon.