Segullah: Personal Essays, Poetry and Fiction

Segullah is having a series of contests for Personal Essays, Poetry and Fiction.

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Wilderness Interface Zone: Call for Submissions

A Motley Vision’s sister blog Wilderness Interface Zone seeks submissions of poetry, prose, fiction–any of the kinds of nature writing listed in its submission guidelines. If you’re interested in submitting work, please glance at our About page, too. Photographs that take nature as subject matter are also welcomed. WIZ finds especially interesting works that illustrate creative, productive human relationships with the natural world (and vice versa). Mormon nature writers and non-Mormon nature writers alike are encouraged to submit work. So if you have literary nature or science writing looking for room to roam, please consider sending it our way.

Please submit your nature poetry, prose, or pix to wilderness@motleyvision.org or pk.wizadmin@gmail.com. Please allow two weeks for response.

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Fashion Photography by Rebecca Giboin

LDS International Video Contest

For the first time, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has announced an online International Video Contest. The theme of the contest is “Make Your Own Mormon Message.” The contest is open to Church members around the world, ages 13 and up.

LDS at London Fashion Week

This is from designer Alexis Giboin. Her work can be viewed here:

Sunstone Magazine: 2010 Brown fiction contest

This is a call for submissions for the 2010 Brown Fiction Contest. See here for more information.

I Can by Carl Lee

Listen to this here.

Horse at the Bus-stop by Nicola Durkin

Tormented by Amita Benedetti

Tormented in spirit, she fell to the ground, confused, helpless, impatient for a hope she knew would never come. She sat and listened to the raging of her heart, to the sibilance of her once quiet mind. The undulating motion of her thoughts had once reminded her that she was still alive. Now, the ripples grew, augmented into something far bitter, more explosive; to a force which she could hardly comprehend. As her emotions crashed to the surface, she took a deep, shaky breath and silenced them once more and prepared herself for the next attack which would inevitably follow. It did; unashamed and blunt in its descent, it hurried down the flanks of her cheeks and poured like hot melting lava from her heart, to rest, decisively, in the form of a pool of clear, salty water below, while she gasped for air and prayed for composure.

Untitled (Lilies) by Julia Bull

Two Souls, One Story by Nancy Larson

I was twenty years old when I stepped into my grandmother’s living room for the first time.

Neglect reigned the room. A painting by her brother covered the main wall, blurred by the tears it witnessed. Dust sat as idle servants longing to move. Rat faeces made their home in forgotten corners. A browned paper lantern marked years of observing the lack of life around it. A couch held the shape of her family’s absence. Chests from China locked shut with rust, and like her heart, its contents remain unknown. Two red marble dragons sat on a bookshelf, protecting her journals and all their secrets.

Untitled by Lee Jackson

In Her Arms by Amy Askew

He left but she stayed.
Then as each lonely night followed,
I was lifted from my bed,
As she whispered,
“Come with me, my baby,
And stay with me tonight.”
Shushing in my ear,
I reached to kiss her cheek
and knew the sad,
bitter taste of tears
Wasted in the night.
Wrapped tightly in her arms,
I stayed till it was light.

Members pioneer pre-humus funeral service: Mormon Back-bencher

Members from the Cricklehole ward have held the first ever funeral service for a living soul. “Living is a strong word” says Bishop Josh Quays. “Dave Fenster has been less active for over ten years; he is as good as dead.” One of the Young men shares Bishop Quays view. “I saw him in the Town Centre the other day, and he was smoking a cigarette mate.”

The Precious Morning by Kimberly Robertson

Crystal, frost speckled grass
Sparkles in sync with the shy morning sun on the move.
There’s a chill in the air seeping into my bones
But the beauty and stillness leave me in humble awe.
The blue-bells hang daintily in the air
Like a lover’s name whispered from trembling lips.
The love-struck sapphires tinker and chatter
Among the teardrops of the weeping willow,
Which have been frozen in time.

Baptism by Heidi Bernhard-Bubb

He didn’t sleep well last night, he tossed and turned and came to me as he hasn’t since he was very small. Finally, I lay next to him. We didn’t speak, but I stayed until his breath began to slow and deepen. When he sleeps well he is beatific, an ecstatic saint carved in marble. Awake, his pale skin betrays his frequent anxiety with dark circles under his eyes or deep flushes of embarrassment. He was almost as pale as the white jumpsuit today, the angles of his shoulder blades and his long skinny limbs engulfed by the coarse fabric. He seemed so vulnerable, but that might have been me. All day, I felt like my heart had been slipped into his pocket.

Apricot Tree by Roxy Rawson

Issue 3 is now available!!!

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Ten Testimony Commandments by Steven Evetts

I’ve visited lots of different wards on my travels and I’ve come to the conclusion that although Moses gave us Ten Commandments, we as ‘Mormons’ or ‘Latter Day Saints’ need 10 more commandments!!! The Ten Commandments that Moses neglected to mention!!!

The Unnamed Widow of Zarephath by Kendrick King

In 1 Kings 17 Elijah was commanded by God to travel to Zarephath, he was told that he would there meet a Widow who had been commanded to “sustain him”.

Upon Elijah’s arrival he finds the Widow gathering sticks for her family’s last meal, at this stage she expects to die of starvation shortly after. Elijah tells the unnamed Widow not to fear, but to care for his needs first and then to care for her and her family.