Gaining Darkness
April 5, 2018Going down to the cellar
a child awakens to tendrils
of winter vegetables
that elongate like white worms.
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Shades of Gray: Sonia Johnson’s Life through Letters and Autobiography
April 5, 2018The U.S. Women’s Movement of the 1970s focused on several issues, with passage of the Equal Rights Amendment (ERA) at the forefront. In the middle of this battle stood Sonia Johnson, a Ph.D. in education,…
American Christians Visit Mt. Nebo
April 5, 2018We had only cameras
and yearning, but the wind rasped
stone like a hot tongue
and cameras and yearning
Mormonism on the Big Mac Standard
April 5, 2018A few years ago a member of our Cambridge, Massachusetts, 2nd Ward bishopric and his wife made their first journey across the United States. Born and reared in Japan, they were anxious to see the…
Reflecting on the Death Penalty
April 5, 2018During the winter of 1994 a man I represented was taken to a small room in Huntsville, Texas, strapped to a gurney, and his life was taken from him by strangers in the name of…
3/4″ Marine Ply
April 5, 2018I arrived in San Diego the day before Christmas to visit my mother and to clean out her garage. I am the fourth of seven children, most of whom live much farther away than L.A.…
The Miró Exhibit at MoMA*: Dec. 21, 1993
April 5, 2018These bodies
look like they were pancake mix
that, when poured on the skillet,
turned out to look sort of human.
A Trajectory of Plurality: An Overview of Joseph Smith’s Thirty-three Plural Wives
April 5, 2018Preliminary Considerations: Counting Wives Some readers may regard the accompanying chart of Joseph Smith’s plural wives as overly conservative. Fawn Brodie counted forty-eight wives in her biography of Joseph Smith; more recently D. Michael Quinn…
Pieta
April 5, 2018Lying on my mother’s bed
listening to tropical rain skitter
across a mottled screen,
I hold my daughter, sprawled in sleep,
She’iiná Yázhí*
April 4, 2018As earth began to shed the snowy clouds of
death and slumber,
as darkness ebbed within the solstice,
you slept in my dark womb,