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Watching the boy rage into being
I recall the parting restraints
Arranged through infancy ascending
Through tantrum to disenchantment

A pod of pelicans    patrols the shore
like angels guarding       the gates of heaven.

I feel your breath upon my neck—the heat
and dampness of each sigh, the way each pant,
each lungful pulls at me. Your eagerness
echoes throughout the lonely dark. A fear

i am a good person
i tell myself
i am a good person
i feel remorse

As teenagers, my friend Brian and I would sit in front of our Latter-day Saint chapel in New Jersey, watching men in yarmulkes and dark-haired women in sheitels and black dresses walk to and from…

It is a great irony of my life that my wife identified as queer but I was the one that felt sexually trapped. We were in a mixed-orientation marriage. She is asexual, or Ace, and…

In the most recent general conference, President Russell M. Nelson announced seventeen new temples that will be built in upcoming years. As we know, the process of building a temple takes a very long time, even…

Latter-day Saint Art: A Critical Reader is the first comprehensive critical examination of Latter-day Saint art. In this interview, transcribed and edited for length from a podcast conducted upon publication, Glen Nelson interviews coeditors Mason Kamana Allred and Amanda Beardsley about the volume.