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Night Myths

Sleepless with fever, 
under one small lamp you stared 
at a cherry wood cabinet, dark whorls 
spiraled like galaxies and polished 

Liberal Spirituality: A Personal Odyssey

“Liberal spirituality” is the title and theme of this essay. A double entendre is intended—suggesting the interdependence of a free and abundant spiritual life. My aim is to explore the nature and possibilities of liberal spirituality by reflecting on some of the key experiences and major ideas that have shaped my philosophy. I am concerned here with the essential values at the core of religious experience, a state of mind and an approach to life. The Mormon church has been but one of the anvils against which I have forged my identity. 

Notes for a Son, 19, Living Abroad

Often when entering sleep 
I start awake, your form having drifted 
into vision, your name embedded 
in the thickness of my tongue. 

Snowy Night

Whose poem this is, I think I know— 
New England bard of spring and snow, 
But eighth-grade teachers don’t explain 
The depths to which the poets go. 

Dialogue Toward Forgiveness: A Supporting View

Mine is the interesting challenge to comment on “The LDS Intellectual Community and Church Leadership: A Contemporary Chronology/’ The bill of particulars that Lavina Fielding Anderson has presented is comprehensive and disturbing, her recommendations are…

Becoming a Writer

Early on, in class, the smooth new pencils, 
the ice-white paper, copper-bladed rulers, 
all spoke order, a progression of lines. 

The LDS Intellectual Community and Church Leadership: A Contemporary Chronology

Dialogue 26.1 (Spring 1993): 23–82
The clash between obedience to ecclesiastical authority and the integrity of individual conscience is certainly not one upon which Mormonism has a monopoly. But the past two decades have seen accelerating tensions in the relationship between the institutional church and the two overlapping subcommunities I claim—intellectuals and feminists.

Breadcrumbs

The fairytales were wrong: 
to identify big feet 
with wicked stepsisters, ugly with unloved, 
princes and frogs with anything 

Exercising the Priesthood

A Wednesday evening 
down in the back 
of the chapel, we played 
King of the Mountain on the 

Postcard

I debated hours, whether to send you a kiss 
by the river or the overabundant lips 
of a Rosetti madonna. You get both: See 
the pansies the madonna holds? That’s how I know