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Lyric of the Larks

            Sobbing boughs above me bend,  
            Throbbing red in August wind. 

Adam Had an Eden

in mankind is the end of kind 
in woman the beginning of woe 

One Glory of the Moon

Wild raspberry leaves had turned deep crimson and the stalks black.
For prayer I bowed in the field like one of the stalks, no less resigned.
Leaves of silver maple were shed and their underside had surrendered
to autumn mauve. In the eastern acre of the woods a sheet of yellow 

What the Call of the Deep Teaches

Of the ocean what can we say? It is one pure cask,
and that immensely, of salted water to the brim.

Our lives turn such narrow slivers of consideration
by contrast, largely what the eye and ear scuttle

By the Mouth of Two or Three

If the world were truly and wholly sullen, 
the starlings would never sing—never. 

They would see only blood in the clouds 
of sunrise and sunset and hold their peace

A Mormon Ethic of Food

In his book The Omnivore’s Dilemma: A Natural History of Four Meals, Michael Pollan identifies major problems caused by the recently emergent food industry and the negative effects they have on the health and wellbeing of individuals, communities, and the environments. Pollan’s observations mirror those of American poet-prophet Wendell Berry. Both highlight losses associated with the demise of independent, small-farm agricultures. Here, I suggest that the Mormon ethic of food in its ideal (if not lived) form beautifully, simply, and powerfully restores what is lost.

The Thirteenth Article of Faith as a Standard for Literature

In 1842, Joseph Smith wrote a letter to John Wentworth, editor of the Chicago Democrat, outlining “the rise, progress, persecution, and faith of the Latter-day Saints.”That letter concluded with thirteen “Articles of Faith” that were later published in the Nauvoo Times and Seasons. In a general conference of the Church in Salt Lake City in 1880, these articles of faith were canonized as scripture for members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

“After the Body of My Spirit”: Embodiment, Empathy, and Mormon Aesthetics

Nearly thirty-five years ago, Merrill Bradshaw wrote: “It seems almost unbelievable that after all these years of the development of Mormon thought we still have no genuine Mormon aesthetic theory.”Such a statement might initially strike the reader as a bit out of date considering the abundance of writing on Mormon aesthetics since Bradshaw penned those words.However, that very abundance illustrates the existence of an ongoing conversation about Mormon aesthetics that reflects the difficulty Bradshaw mentions.