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His Sermon

He says there’s very little truth 
in the world 
and he can’t wait to go out, 
preach, and spread his own— 
like he has the corner on it. 

Nestling

They hatched today. Last night 
when I peeked among the apples 
they were eggs, four, end to end 
among twigs and scraps and a twitch 

For the Girl Who Saw Her Mother Cold

July twenty-third in the canyon is 
almost like hell-fire—sulfurous hot 
waves off the powdery earth while 
the children play in the trees, 

Border Crossings

It happened again as I was walking through the New Hampshire woods with a woman I knew only slightly. We had been chatting amiably when the words “Mormon feminist” escaped my mouth. From the expression…