Assuming Power
April 24, 2021[…] my mother, and Sunday dinners were always his delicious domain. They both had honorable jobs making the world better. Gender didn’t count for much other than which bathroom I used at school. And as […]
[…] my mother, and Sunday dinners were always his delicious domain. They both had honorable jobs making the world better. Gender didn’t count for much other than which bathroom I used at school. And as […]
[…] waters of truth. In truth, these hunched dancers with the sun on them are crawling up the world’s left thumb, whose peak is farther from heaven than they would hope if they could think […]
The ten essays in this volume were brought together to facilitate engagement between scholars of “early Mormonism and early American religious and literary history” (ix). With a designedly inter- or transdisciplinary ambition, Envisioning Scripture assembles…
[…] this poem in audio version here. Prelude Something is not right. A haunting quaver to the world. Your mind feels viscous, your body watery. The lights have dimmed. The sense of […]
[…] a text he receives in the middle of sacrament meeting. It’s about a homicide, one that becomes readily attributable to homegrown scapegrace delinquents the Ashdown brothers. Observant and canny in ways that evoke a […]
[…] would this have spared his kids the difficulty of an inevitable divorce? Should the faith at large share any accountability for the man’s actions? All of this was coming to me in raw emotional […]
[…] by DeVoto and countless Latter-day Saints negotiating their relationship to the inherited past of their own faith today. The grounds of the early Saints and polygamy are well-trod within Mormon literature. Where Grant—Washington Post […]
[…] still felt that I wasn’t doing enough. After all, what good is art if it is not shared? It becomes no more than an ungiven gift, like a feast prepared and plated but never […]
[…] elected to give it to the Church. For decades that gift has supported missionary work throughout the world. Today, two Latter-day Saint temples sit on land Eugene and his family deeded to the Church. […]
[…] reminds you of an umbilicus, not because oranges are the center of the marketplace, let alone the world, but simply because it looks like a belly button. I suppose I love the term “belly […]