Volume 54, No. 1

Spring 2021

The Spring 2021 Issue startles the viewer with it's powerful cover by Marlena Marie Wilding that Darron T. Smith then unpacks with his Art Note: The Mask We Must Wear in a Racist Society: Reflections of Black Suffering in the LDS Church Through Art. The Issue then beings with Alexandria Griffin's Queer Mormon Histories and the Politics of a Usable Past and is followed by M. David Huston's The Theological Trajectory of “The Family: A Proclamation to the World.” And if this isn't enough, there's an incredible Roundtable on White Supremacy in Mormonism and so many fascinating reviews and beautiful poetry. You won't want to miss it!

Articles/Essays

Queer Mormon Histories and the Politics of a Usable Past

Alexandria Griffin

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The Theological Trajectory of “The Family: A Proclamation to the World”

M. David Huston

Variety of Perceptions of God Among Latter-day Saints

Taylor Kerby

Fiction

Confession

Sylvette Wolfe

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Excerpt from Eleusis: The Long and Winding Road, Translated and introduced by James Goldberg.

R. de la Lanza and James Goldberg

Personal Voices

Assuming Power

Linda Hoffman Kimball

Podcast version of this Personal Essay. I am the youngest of three sisters, reared as a Protestant in the Illinois suburbs of Chicago. My mother was a nurse who returned to working when I was…

Called Not to Serve

Neal David Silvester

Podcast version of this Personal Essay. My brain is slightly broken. The natural lows and highs of life are amplified by chemical imbalance into deep emotional troughs and crazed manic waves that can strike anytime…

Excommunication and Finding Wholeness

John Gustav-Wrathall

In the 1970s and ’80s there was a common attitude in the Church that a Latter-day Saint could not be gay, and the Church handbook was written in such a way as to allow individuals…

The Complementarity Principle

Lisa Poulson

In 2008, I turned forty-five, Wall Street collapsed, California voters banned gay marriage, and I lost my virginity. The financial system’s meltdown changed the air I breathed, in the same way fire distributes ash for…

Finding Rebecca: A Eulogy

Marie Blanchard

Podcast version of this Personal Essay. The DAILY ENQUIRER—April 24, 1897A Poor Widow Distracted by Life’s Burdens “One of those events occurred this morning which causes the heart to grow sad and go out in…

Until You Come

J.S. Absher

Taipei, ’97. I walk past side-streetvendors selling lychee nuts and blackrice cakes, to an acre of bare dirt,concrete pylons lifting a cloverleaf.A grizzled man by a beat-up Buickthrows gobbets of meat from the trunkto a…

Praying on Gravel

J.S. Absher

Not yet March, already weedsbring me to my kneeswith trowel and bare fingers. Under the loblollythe hellebore are in bloom,a periwinkle or two. The weeds are in the white gravelof the walk. My son has…

Grasshoppers in the Jar of the World

J.S. Absher

The jar is silent because it is full of praise.The grasshoppers are loud because they, too,are full of praise, clicking as they fly. The grasshoppers jump, but the jar is too high.They try to climb,…

Matriarchal Blessing

Kyle Bond

Your hands were on my head first. No formal ceremony. I was an infantand shouting clouds trundled and thundered,atmospheric pressure strangled my stubborn ears refusing airflow.The blue chair in the living room rocked,my cries received…

Parousia

A. I. Christensen

She says she was eating or opening a window or just walkingdully along, and always had been, but tonight there might befew angels. These things. Our dogwagging across the foreground, the porchthat still needs fixing…