Emma Lou Thayne
Emma Lou Warner Thayne was a poet and novelist. She was a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and counted as one of the 75 most significant Mormon poets. Thayne graduated from the University of Utah in 1945. She would later return there to coach tennis and teach English
Kill the Poets
Read moreBedouin Lullaby
Articles/Essays – Volume 12, No. 2
Here at my breast, my dark-eyed child,
Taste of your worth and sleep a while.
Under the tent of the black goat’s wool
Safe from the cold and the wind, be full.
To the Bedouin Woman
Articles/Essays – Volume 12, No. 2
Let me bring home your dark eyes
and the secret of their holiness,
your quick fingers and your fine
pride in the black tent they weave.
The Dancer and I
Articles/Essays – Volume 14, No. 4
As I watch, astonished,
what I hunger for
is not what I know I
cannot do
Old Woman Driving
Articles/Essays – Volume 14, No. 4
She lives on a street of white haired men
with time for hosing the cracks.
She goes to funerals amid people
whose names she cannot remember,
Hold
Articles/Essays – Volume 15, No. 4
Gray day with a brown leaf refusing
at the end of a wind to drop,
why is the crabbed clinging
so intricate a part of the dance?
How Much for the Earth? A Suite of Poems: About Time for Considering
Articles/Essays – Volume 17, No. 4
The peril of extinction brings us up against this reality, this simple basic fact: Before there can be good or evil, service or harm, lamenting or rejoicing, there must be life.[1] About Considering Consider is…
Read moreMeditations on the Heavens
Articles/Essays – Volume 20, No. 2
On the night of 16 November 1985, Halley’s Comet was said to be visible just to the right of the Seven Sisters, the Pleiades, in the eastern sky. That night, ten of us from the…
Read moreYou Heal
Articles/Essays – Volume 23, No. 2
One morning you wake
and everything works
and almost nothing hurts.
After seven months of returning
Things Happen
Articles/Essays – Volume 23, No. 2
Things happen. Early in the world you travel into them. One day
You rise without prayer in a far camp and silently hurry away.
Having slept under stars and still breathing the greyed fire,
Who would take time to suppose this the middle of a lifetime?
Secrets under the Surface: Crazy for Living: Poems by Linda Sillitoe
Articles/Essays – Volume 27, No. 2
To Sleep with the Ineffable: Inviting My Sweet Informants
Articles/Essays – Volume 29, No. 4
On a Morning After New Snow and a Winter of Healing Inside
Articles/Essays – Volume 35, No. 4
Aladdin’s Lamp, March 4, 2003 on the eve of first strike in Iraq
Articles/Essays – Volume 37, No. 1