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Companionship

We’d had problems, especially lately: 
Just last week I snapped at him 
and found myself staring into the outraged eyes 
of a former national rugby star, his one fist 

Essay for June 9, 1998

Today is June 9, 1998. I have been forty-three for two days. My father, Robert Wallace Blair, is teaching spring term; he will retire when the term ends after thirty-four years as a linguistics professor…

Clay

On the sill, torsos wrenched out of clay 
still bore the sculptor’s mark, the print 

of cocked thumb and nail. Tortured, vaguely
female, they shamed us. We crowded in,

Good Literature for a Chosen People

Very early in our history, we Mormons began to identify ourselves symbolically with ancient Israel as a chosen people. We too, we believed, were heirs to the covenant and blessings of Abraham because of God’s…

Ella Smyth Peacock: Seeking Her Place in the West

Like the early Mormons whose beliefs she would eventually adopt, landscape artist Ella Smyth Peacock early on sought refuge in the west.[1] She was born in 1905 in Germantown, near Philadelphia, a city created in…