[…] history of Nauvoo is friendly history at its finest. It gently questions some deeply held beliefs about the Saints’ tumultuous sojourn at the fringes of western Illinois. The writing is read able and engaging, […]
On the long tether of a day in June Beyond the Zion swamps, the prisoned palms Of four men opened toward a promised land. And yet, below the shadows of limestone Joseph thought again, […]
Awake all night where no night conies she trasmits waves into the sky from sixty feet beneath snow. Some arc into the solar winds
The moment that I cannot comprehend is when you took your garments off. I wonder (though I don’t quite want to know) whether, when the moment came, it was conscious or was incidental.
Mrs. Robinson sang in the choir. In the church, my face, my husband’s, and one other white couple on the stage.
I live in a Motherless house, A broken home. How it happened I cannot learn.
My people were Mormon pioneers. Is the blood still good? They stood in awe as truth Flew by like a dove And dropped a feather in the West. Where truth flies you follow If […]
We couldn’t say the yes that would loosen our grip, tutoring us in doing without. Some things were simply snatched away.
In the interval after the mastectomy before her head was a slick white egg, she would color the gray roots of her dark blanket-soft hair with drugstore dye.
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