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Mormon Poetry Slam, Day 6: Randy Astle Reads
“Bless Our Tacky Chapel” by John Sterling Harris
“Bless Our Tacky Chapel” by John Sterling Harris
Mormon Poetry Slam, Day 4: Sarah Dunster Reads
“Ghazal” by James Goldberg
“Ghazal” by James Goldberg
Here’s a link to James’ poem if you’d like to follow along as Sarah reads. Read more about the Mormon Poetry Slam here and see the posting schedule here. Vote for your favorite performance here (the link will go live once all the entries have been posted). Use #MormonPoetrySlam if you post about this in your social media circles.
Giving the Beauty of Holiness a Tongue (Part Two)
Giving the Beauty of Holiness a Tongue: A Review Essay on Adam’s Dream: Poems for a Latter Day by Doug Talley (Part Two) (Read Part One here) III. Adam’s Dream is divided into four sections: “Land within Arm’s Reach,” “Temples Framed by Hand,” “Voices from Another Room,” and “Flowers of a Kiss.” Each section contains eighteen poems and is framed… Read more »
Giving the Beauty of Holiness a Tongue (Part One)
Giving the Beauty of Holiness a Tongue: A Review Essay on Adam’s Dream: Poems for a Latter Day by Doug Talley (Part One)* I. During the fourth month of my wife’s first pregnancy, she started spotting. Startled by her yell from the bathroom where she’d been getting ready for work, I ran from the kitchen and met her halfway down… Read more »
Clinton F. Larson’s “City of Joseph”: This Soft Array of Leaves and Light
Poet Highlight: Clinton F. Larson, “The City of Joseph“ While “The City of Joseph” is obviously meant as inspirational verse (especially considering its venue of publication: The Ensign), I don’t find it sentimental in anyway. In fact, the language and imagery and the way Larson binds them together in his poetic vision are quite striking, quite accomplished. In fact, I… Read more »
“Lingua Doctrinae“: Arwen Taylor’s Linguistic Worship
Anthology Poet Highlight 27/82: Arwen Taylor, “Lingua Doctrinae“ amicus, amici, amico, amicum, amico, Amice. The window, with its morning salty joke of squinting scowls, unfolds a dusty yellow ray of light on you, while I still close-eyed soak in shadows in the middle of the room. We resurrect the third declension, bring the plural genitive alive, resume linguistic worship, conjugate… Read more »