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Discerning Between Truth and— | John Bennion, Spin

[…] life with nothing? Forced to ask ourselves this question in the first two chapters of this genre -bending, disturbing novel—John Bennion’s most complex yet—we get, early on, a glimpse of what he’s up to: […]

Thanksgiving in Kindergarten: Salt Lake City, Utah, 1996

[…] 1996 we walked to Westbrook Elementary past neighborhood dogs named Lobo and Lamanite music spilling from one -car garages, brass trumpeting on the asphalt. When the teacher gave us feathers to wear on Thanksgiving, […]

Migraine Suite

[…] Courante The neon scythe-                                     shaped sparklers become the burr             of a dental drill,                         dull -saw shriek on hardwood, all that is jagged,                   splintered, pluck- tangled, zipper- snagged. Snarled steel wool claxon, burnt […]

Hippocrates

Enjoy this poem in audio version here. The doctor calls her sweetheart when she criesat hearing there is nothing he can find.He pats her back but will not meet her eyes. He doesn’t really mean…

A Good Sick Girl Never Gives Up

[…] Sarah             who laughed at the angel. She adds her name             to prayer rolls, requests heavy -handed             administrations, repeatedly and in variety                   except, of course, when it’s God’s will                   that […]

Fierce Passage

[…] belong to me, people who’ve left their bloody signatures in my genes, I found Melissa, some sixth great -great of mine, tucked into a corner of a census under her husband’s name, given one […]

Passion

[…] Knowest thou the condescension of God?” —1 Nephi 11:16 A body so light, it floated across wind -whipped waves and did not sink. So full of life, it survived empty forty days, no wheat […]

Throwing Up in the DC Temple

Enjoy this poem in audio version here. Maybe it was envy  that churned inside meas I looked around the room. Wonderingwhat healthy Mormons felt  instead of fear.   My body forced  everyone  to consider  what it meant to be sick in…

No Man Can Serve Two Masters

Enjoy this poem in audio version here. But my diagnosis says otherwise.  Depression oozes under my door:  the destroying angel visits:until I can’t get out of bed.  One week later I’m waving bloody hyssop  like glow sticks at a ravenudging sushi…