Again the curlew calls its name. Where we’ve camped over years, the sky has already distanced itself from the heat press of summer, the lakeshore fluent with ridges only seasons of water can scroll.
Time for Galatians 3:28? Thanks to Laurel Thatcher Ulrich for her article, “Mormon Women in the History of Second-Wave Feminism” (43, no. 2 [Summer 2010]: 45–63). Is there, I hope, another wave yet to […]
The cover of Dispensation: Latter-day Fiction shows clocks on long poles dipped into a blue lake surrounded by mountains. At first glance, the image symbolically suggests that this is the last dispensation and that […]
Chucked my cell phone into the ocean in a move to be more alone. Was the Palm Pilot
Yesterday morning as I was sitting cross-legged at the kitchen table enjoying a bowl of corn flakes Jesus walked into our apartment. “Hello,” he said. “I’m Jesus. “I’m here to do the dishes.”
A bus token jingles against the nickels and dimes in the pocket of his Pendleton coat as he lingers at the door
Aren’t leaves crumbling against the edge of autumn, the fibrous tangle of the lesser shrew’s heart, and a prophet curled in the belly of night, shaking like a reed fragile enough?
Between the eye and what the eye sees is seeing. The light that knots believers to God is the slenderest thread. To kiss is not a kiss, as easily blown to one’s beloved on […]
To the young ravens which cry Songs in the night, Stormy wind fulfilling, Saying, I have dreamed, I have dreamed
In his introduction to the 1996 Signature publication Tending the Garden, Gene England refers to “President Kimball’s 1977 call for a literature that includes the full range of Mormon experience: ‘struggles and frustrations; apostasies […]