Early in the Book of Mormon is the particularly morbid story of Laban, a wealthy and powerful citizen of Jerusalem who, along with most of the Holy City’s residents, has displeased the Lord with wickedness. Lehi, an Israeli prophet, flees the city with his family as prompted by the Lord, but sends his sons back to retrieve the records of the prophets and the law from Laban. Nephi and his other brothers make the journey and are cast out and robbed by Laban, who refuses to give

Before you read, I want to briefly explain these poems. The first four are short, each dedicated to an adoration of a season in some way or another. Brought together, they create new poems, depending on the ordering of the seasons. The poem ending with fall, titled Love Forlorn, describes a love that for some reason cannot last, while the poem ending with spring, Love of Hope, describes falling in love and the feelings inherent therein. I hope you enjoy each of them. Summer E

“Nothing makes me feel okay and I’m tired of not feeling okay.” These words are from my journal several years ago; it was a time of great suffering and difficulty. I have recently made it a point to type out my old journals, making them easier to access and reflect on. And from the very start I began gaining great insight into the person I was, the way I experienced life, and how I got through my darkest of days. What I was going through could be described as a sort of emotio

A Man and His Thief On a fall day long past, near an old English pub, where locals had gathered to cheer their town’s club, in the dark alley behind, wet with rain and puddled leaves were stooped lying in waiting, two thugs, common thieves. As the night drew on, the crowd slowly dying down, most headed for home, or excitement on the town, one sorrowful soul, hurt from loss–pitch and job took the alley behind, drunk with a slow, quivered sob. “Hold there,” a voice bellow