Identifying the Earliest Mormon Polygamists, 1841-1844
March 22, 2018Dialogue 38.3 (Spring 2004): 1–74
Bergera uses evidence from plural wives to show who some of the first polygamists were in the church.
Dialogue 38.3 (Spring 2004): 1–74
Bergera uses evidence from plural wives to show who some of the first polygamists were in the church.
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Adam: The wind hissed in the branches,
green tongues
whispering
a secret I could
never peel open.
And there she was, Kathryn Kuhlman* strolling the stage at the Civic,
parting a sea of applause, her gown like an angel that got away,
so pure it might have been empty but for the Holy Ghost preening
in her body as she paced the floral proscenium, lifting her hands
in a sign language I knew only God understood.
My brother dumps raw
sugar into his
mouth from a small
plastic tube he hides