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Bread aisle for tortillas          an infant’s hand around my finger                    sold-out souls                              sharing beans and lentils                                        in Babylon, but I’ve been warned, I think.          Sand spitting in the wind                    sun-faded advertisements for                              lip balm modeled…

I am religious
the way small desert towns
are named after water;
eleven or twenty worn buildings,
brown hills, dust.

No Celestial room has ever compared
to the stalk of yellow bluestem held in my son’s teeth
three-quarters of a mile into a Sunday afternoon walk,
      feathered seeds dancing with every step.

Were they fake news? Etched
on tin? Did the boy prophet
really find them sequestered

Under the dome above, we look up,
singing children’s canticles,
our own domed hearts
clutched by the promise

The Mountain Meadows Massacre is a hugely important (and hugely tragic) topic in the history of both Utah and the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. That is why it is so notable that…

“Rebecca had heard her father and others call this land God’s country often enough that she wasn’t as surprised as she might have been to come upon him, one warm spring evening, sitting on the…