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Winter Dies

The full third moon of passing 
winter rears up 
against an x-ray white orchard. 
There are tree skeletons. 
And puddles like black eye sockets. 

Thin Ice

I watch two girls on wheels. 
Four neon-green wheels 
on each foot. Rollers 

The Mormon Fiction Mission

As Latter-day Saints, we are under obligation to fulfill three specific missions: perfecting the saints, spreading the gospel, and redeeming the dead. As LDS writers, we add a particular covenant and mission to “the word…

Fertility

On your twelfth birthday, 
the day you found a kinship with the moon and tides,
you sat on the front steps as a great burlap ball
rolled in its place secured and shimmering— 
an olive tree. 

Naked

They’d come from practice at the gym, 
their hair steaming, 
and in the flirt and banter 
would reach inside my girlfriend’s car 

The State of Mormon Literature and Criticism

Two decades have passed since Dialogue last published an issue entirely devoted to Mormon literature. In the meantime literary writing about Latter-day Saints has been burgeoning both in LDS and national markets—so much so that it is difficult for literary critics to keep up with this growing body of novels, plays, poetry, and literary nonfiction. It is very important, however, that they try. To have a sense of the future of Mormon literature, it is vital that we see how present writings articulate with traditions from the past. 

Hop Hornbeam

In the Sacred Grove 
near Palmyra, New York, 
there’s hardly a tree 
old enough to have been