Zina’s Version
April 25, 2018Zina thought: Ha, what now? She peered through her front door window at the old man crossing Lizzy’s backyard. He was skinny as a bunch of sticks, splotchy, and wrinkled as a raisin. His hair…
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Apple Indian
April 12, 2018[…] without a sugar fix. Judging by their figures, they’d be better off. She gave her waistband a tug. Et tu, Tracy? Dividing the flowered window curtain with her hand, she peeked outside. Still foggy. […]
The Seduction of H. Lyman Winger
April 6, 2018There were times, especially lately, when he won dered if he were doing any real good—any human good—other than keeping the Mt. Taylor 2nd Ward safely afloat and on course. Maybe it was the […]
Reading Between the Sheets
April 2, 2018You know, what constipates her, really, is all those folks peering over her shoul der, not only looking for their names or themselves on her Mac screen or on the pages between the grainy […]
Pilgrimage of Awe | Clinton F. Larson, The Lord of Experience
May 4, 2018I think that at some far-distant point in time the history of Mormon poetry may well have to be said to have begun with Clinton F. Larson and this first collection of his verse, The…
A Personal Commitment to Civil Equality
May 3, 2018We call upon all men, everywhere, both within and outside the Church, to commit themselves to the establishment of full civil equality for all of God’s children. Anything less than this defeats our high ideal…
RFK at BYU
May 3, 2018Thank you very much. Thank you. I appreciate very much being here . . . I understand that this is a campus made up of all political persuasions. I had a very nice conversation with…
Virginia Sorensen: A Saving Remnant
May 3, 2018Nearly fifteen years have passed since I, in looking around for a thesis topic, began to read “Mormon novels.” It seems odd to remember how electrifying were the “forbidden” Vardis Fisher and others I hadn’t heard of: Scowcroft, Whipple, Robertson, Blanche Cannon, even Samuel Taylor. It must be a clue to our culture that a girl could get through graduate school without such an awakening, especially when many of those writers seem so bland today that I wonder along with Sam Taylor “if most of them weren’t mainly victims of bad timing.” What my awakening really consisted of was a refreshing realization that some of those giants from our past were really human beings after all (“saints by adoption”).
A Letter from Israel Whiton, 1851
May 3, 2018A crest of wind runs and rustles through the pinons
Below the butte, and it is evening; the moss-green shade
Glimmers with lancets and gems of the afternoon sun;
The fields beyond glow yellow-gold; and the overcast
Of azure dims pale and like powder in the air
Fails away into the recesses of light and time.
I sit before a candle that tips its flame
From the door, and I write . . .
Dear Mother:
I received a letter from you the 8 of May.
I was very glad to hear from you but I had to wet
The letter with tears. You are a good Mother to me.
Their was a letter came from Father too.
From Utah Poems: To Elias
May 3, 2018I brought my daughters to your grave
There in the river’s bend
Not far from where, their age,
I watched you dedicate the monument
To Jim Bridger: trapper, river-searcher.
You lay deep in Utah’s summer
So still they couldn’t imagine
This was their grandfather,
Yourself a monument now
To probing dry country.