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Psaltery & Lyre

Book Review: Mother’s Milk by Rachel Hunt Steenblik

Steenblik’s poems give this reader the impression of someone who’s read and thought deeply about the role of the feminine divine, how Heavenly Mother can be sought and invited more fully into Mormon discourse in general and into the spirituality of individuals in particular.

Resurrection Body

And when she gets it back: / will this be the body she wants? / The one smooth as mythology, before / it was flagged, pockmarked

Two Poems

I never said my body / was a cathedral.

Ariadne’s Thread

There are times when faith does not seem real. For me, it’s most of the time. But there are times when grace emerges like the sun chasing off the dark and cold.

Out of Egypt

How to re-yeast the daily / flatness of bread and wine?

Psalm 152 (A Song of Ascent)

lovely Lois / got mean, / / the kindness stuttered / right out of her, / a resentful tremolo

Q&A

I know that Charlie, Millie's husband, has been dead for four years, but she isn't able to lacerate new events into the flesh of memory.

After Easter

The airy headroom, where the egg flattens, / that's where you begin.

Stations of the Cross

My teacher handed me the coloring book / and a pack of Crayola, said stay in the lines. / / I turned the pages, flimsy kid paper, / not strong enough to hold these pictures, / / these images outlined in thick black, / Christ’s hard journey to Golgotha.

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