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We Dress for Armageddon

for Shelley Turley

When trouble—an earthquake, a heart— 
Comes to town, breaking dams, 
Leveling shops, clubs

Kick and Muff

I hear the fist-sized heart 
cannon in the fog of rhythm 
death and future. 
From it I take the few things 

Wide Angle

I told Darcy I’d meet her here. Right here. I can’t say where here is. I’ve made promises. We’re going to grab a bite to eat.  You wouldn’t know to eat here. It’s on the…

Cordoba

Mom moved up to Santa Barbara, and Dad started having girlfriends over. Ladyfriends, he called them. When I stayed home sick from school, I saw the ladyfriends leave for work. “How cute. Is this yours?”…

Shorn

Locking the door to the bath, 
opens the collar of the shirt, 
raises chin, fingers buttons 
from their holes, lengthens torso,
molts like a snake. 

Don’t Fence Me In: A Conversation About Mormon Fiction

Custom/culture; sacred/profane; vision/imagination; literal/figurative—call them borderlands, call them crossroads—we catch glimpses of possibility and more fully understand the limits of our faith in these places. And the place where “Mormon” crosses “literature” looks like the…

The Woman of Worth: Impressions of Proverbs 31:10-31

I am neither a scholar of the Hebrew Bible nor a theologian, yet very occasionally some unsuspecting soul asks me to preach or speak about the Bible. In 1994 I substituted one Sunday for a…

Passing On, Holiday

It’s Christmas 
and our mothers, weary in their memories,
in their good for others (those holiday chores)
keep their feet under them like birds.

Prolegomena to Any Future Mormon Studies

In a spiritual crisis of the individual, the truth and authenticity of the person’s spiritual identity are called into question. He is placed in confrontation with reality and judged by his ability to bring himself…