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Dayna Patterson

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ID9499155
NAMEDayna Patterson
GIVEN NAMESDayna
FAMILY NAMEPatterson
SIGNATUREPATTERSON D
VERIFIEDNo
TOTAL WORKS7
TOTAL CITATIONS0
AUTHOR COUNT7
EDITOR COUNT0
FIRST PUBLICATION YEAR1942
LATEST PUBLICATION YEAR2022
H-INDEX0
  • Benediction

    Dayna Patterson•ARTICLE•Dialogue A Journal of Mormon…•2022

    Here's the truth: My faith remainstepid. Lukewarm as summer rain.Spew-worthy. A compass in fragments, I savedpieces: base plate, arrow, needle.Reassembly is beyond me. Millennia ago,I stood on a street corner & thumpedmy brick of scripture. Made my moutha spout. A megaphone. In the forest of nowthere are a thousand pathswith no signs. Where is the boat launch? Where the islandscleaving mist? My feet fallled by whim, by tug. I tryanyway. What I ca…

  • Book of Life

    Dayna Patterson•ARTICLE•Dialogue A Journal of Mormon…•2022

    If there is a literal bookon a plinth of filigreed gold, and an angelstanding as sentinel at heaven'sneedle-eye entrance, who's not to sayour names appear etchedon its pages,un-erasable. Maybe no church on earthholds power to inscribe, or to cross outand deny access to the gardenof God's fruit: fig, pear, ambrosialpomegranate. After we've shedimpedimenta, stumblingblocks of fleshremoved by death'sflensing, maybe we write our ownnames in the book,…

  • Our Lady of Innumerable Appellatives

    Dayna Patterson•ARTICLE•Dialogue A Journal of Mormon…•2022

    1.Swirl of gold gleaming in our daughters’ eyes.Amen. Whorl of cirrostratus haloingthe moon. Amen. Your fingerprints areeverywhere. Lady of Ice. Lady of Sand.of Maple Star and Gingko Fan. of Rot.of Scat. of Hoarders and Whores. Goddess,is there any title you would refuse?of Shopping Carts with One Wonky Wheel.of Loofas. of Wedding Cakes. of ArtisanalPumpernickel Loaves. of Mud. of Moss.of Mirages. of Vultures and of Vespers.We'd like to pour you …

  • God the Mother Speaks of Xenia

    Dayna Patterson•ARTICLE•Dialogue A Journal of Mormon…•2022

    I AM the children sleeping under mylar in a Texas warehouse.I AM the fathers lifting toddlers to their shoulders on our journeyto safety and rest. I'm safety and rest. But I'm mostly the motherswho'd rather not lug the heavy memory of the twelve-year-old boycut to fit in a sack, ditched on the neighbor's steps. I hold his ghost hand,a pale flower. Some call us vermin, an infestation. We're waitingfor recognition's spark, milk of kindness, hoping …

  • God the Mother Speaks of Salt

    Dayna Patterson•ARTICLE•Dialogue A Journal of Mormon…•2022

    I baptized you before you were born. After, rubbed you clean.I'll cleanse all your wounds in season. You've forgottenhow to savor my holy. If you seek,you'll find these veinsrun deep. See my face in the cliffs, taste my milkin the sea. You've made a covenant with me—never to be broken. Witnessmy abundance, crystals crusting the pits. In season,your wounds I'll salve. When I say of the earth,I mean all my children—animal, vegetal—reflected inmy mu…

  • God the Mother Speaks of Hearts

    Dayna Patterson•ARTICLE•Dialogue A Journal of Mormon…•2022

    won't you agree with me the heart's a glorious organ moon jelly a ghost heart throbbing in ocean lily bulb an earth heart humming underground bear a furred heart curled up in cave's darkI'm fond of hearts the way chefs are fond of salt snowflake in the snowball's down cold heart moon night's heart rinsing earth to pearl thrush feathered heart rushing limb to crownliberal with my gifts why not put a little in everything horse a chestnut heart cham…

  • Conversemos

    Robert Avrett, Edin Brenes et al.•ARTICLE•Hispania•1942

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  • Conversemos

    Robert Avrett, Edin Brenes et al.•ARTICLE•Hispania•1942

  • Benediction

    Dayna Patterson•ARTICLE•Dialogue A Journal of Mormon…•2022

    Here's the truth: My faith remainstepid. Lukewarm as summer rain.Spew-worthy. A compass in fragments, I savedpieces: base plate, arrow, needle.Reassembly is beyond me. Millennia ago,I stood on a street corner & thumpedmy brick of scripture. Made my moutha spout. A megaphone. In the forest of nowthere are a thousand pathswith no signs. Where is the boat launch? Where the islandscleaving mist? My feet fallled by whim, by tug. I tryanyway. What I ca…

  • Book of Life

    Dayna Patterson•ARTICLE•Dialogue A Journal of Mormon…•2022

    If there is a literal bookon a plinth of filigreed gold, and an angelstanding as sentinel at heaven'sneedle-eye entrance, who's not to sayour names appear etchedon its pages,un-erasable. Maybe no church on earthholds power to inscribe, or to cross outand deny access to the gardenof God's fruit: fig, pear, ambrosialpomegranate. After we've shedimpedimenta, stumblingblocks of fleshremoved by death'sflensing, maybe we write our ownnames in the book,…

  • Our Lady of Innumerable Appellatives

    Dayna Patterson•ARTICLE•Dialogue A Journal of Mormon…•2022

    1.Swirl of gold gleaming in our daughters’ eyes.Amen. Whorl of cirrostratus haloingthe moon. Amen. Your fingerprints areeverywhere. Lady of Ice. Lady of Sand.of Maple Star and Gingko Fan. of Rot.of Scat. of Hoarders and Whores. Goddess,is there any title you would refuse?of Shopping Carts with One Wonky Wheel.of Loofas. of Wedding Cakes. of ArtisanalPumpernickel Loaves. of Mud. of Moss.of Mirages. of Vultures and of Vespers.We'd like to pour you …

  • God the Mother Speaks of Xenia

    Dayna Patterson•ARTICLE•Dialogue A Journal of Mormon…•2022

    I AM the children sleeping under mylar in a Texas warehouse.I AM the fathers lifting toddlers to their shoulders on our journeyto safety and rest. I'm safety and rest. But I'm mostly the motherswho'd rather not lug the heavy memory of the twelve-year-old boycut to fit in a sack, ditched on the neighbor's steps. I hold his ghost hand,a pale flower. Some call us vermin, an infestation. We're waitingfor recognition's spark, milk of kindness, hoping …

  • God the Mother Speaks of Salt

    Dayna Patterson•ARTICLE•Dialogue A Journal of Mormon…•2022

    I baptized you before you were born. After, rubbed you clean.I'll cleanse all your wounds in season. You've forgottenhow to savor my holy. If you seek,you'll find these veinsrun deep. See my face in the cliffs, taste my milkin the sea. You've made a covenant with me—never to be broken. Witnessmy abundance, crystals crusting the pits. In season,your wounds I'll salve. When I say of the earth,I mean all my children—animal, vegetal—reflected inmy mu…

  • God the Mother Speaks of Hearts

    Dayna Patterson•ARTICLE•Dialogue A Journal of Mormon…•2022

    won't you agree with me the heart's a glorious organ moon jelly a ghost heart throbbing in ocean lily bulb an earth heart humming underground bear a furred heart curled up in cave's darkI'm fond of hearts the way chefs are fond of salt snowflake in the snowball's down cold heart moon night's heart rinsing earth to pearl thrush feathered heart rushing limb to crownliberal with my gifts why not put a little in everything horse a chestnut heart cham…

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