Announcing Segullah November 2025 issue
We are pleased to announce the November 2025 Issue of Segullah, an online literary and art journal for Latter-day Saint women. Enjoy!
We are pleased to announce the November 2025 Issue of Segullah, an online literary and art journal for Latter-day Saint women. Enjoy!
By Lara Niedermeyer
Welcome to the delayed November 2025 issue of Segullah. Thank you for your patience. My mother died 8 weeks ago yesterday. The days leading up to her passing were filled with hospice appointments, furniture rearrangements, medication management, visiting family, and celebrating Christmas one last time (six weeks early) for my mom who loved everything about …
By Lara Niedermeyer
I’ve been fascinated by Camilla Stark’s art since I first came upon it several years ago. While she served as one of the guest judges for Segullah’s art contest in early 2025, I got to know her a little better, and decided she would be perfect as one of our featured artists—a bit of an …
By Lisa Meadows Garfield
I’m looking out my office window at trees turning colors – red and gold, the stubborn green hanging on till the last moment. My neighbor trots by after her toddler. Another walks a prancing poodle. The mid-autumn sky is dense with clouds, threatening rain, the reality of the season here in the Pacific Northwest. My …
By Tricia Cope
you and I had faithin dreams and echoesof dreams. Earnest suits,macaroni, used cars.Now I know you too well and not at all. Middle age,lustful of meaning, intolerantof levity, rewrites our storiesabout what is real. We wake up restless under tangled sheets.A lark sings. Curtains flutterin slanted sunlight and things transform,luminescent: the future, yourface. Life, which …
By Lorraine Jeffery
To what I know— the sky, wind, water, trees.To what I don’t know— the stronger, wiser force. Do you practice kintsugi? Knowing that we are all broken and c a c k e d r do you mend our shattered parts with gold? Because of what I know and don’t know,I believe you can …
By Sharlee Mullins Glenn
Sodden leaves besmearthe patchy snow.The few birds thatbraved the winterchirp forlornly inboney branches tothe dirge-like dripof melting slush.A brooding sun sulksbehind leaden clouds,lugubrious and glum. and then— The sky splits.A shard of blue,sharp as joy,pierces the gloom.Sunlight strikes the snowigniting diamonds—and the world inhales.
By Sharlee Mullins Glenn
zipped into your fuzzy Care Bear suit(the only item on your Santa’s list that year)or caped in handmade Batman gloryyou wore hero like a second skin—my nimble boy, all sinew and spark,striking ninja poseshands slicing through the shadowsof your imagined battles I played the sidekick,you the conquering lead,bravado masking the trembling coreof your tender heart …
By Sarah Colby
Filled up, emptied out, filled up again—stew bowl, fruit bowl, bowl for water—by hands that work beginning to end, clink of the spoon a steady refrainthat leaves a slight groove in the porringer.Filled up, emptied out, then full again like the stoneware, chipped, where tongs were lainweek after week for each Sunday supperby hands that …
By Susan Jeffers
I was going to curl up in a ballAnd just cry my face all the way offWalk around as a weeping skull for a whileBut I had groceries in the carSo I took care of those instead I was going to take a lava hot bathSlide down beneath the surfaceBreath held, lungs burningReducing myself to …