By Felice Alexandra
Do you remember the secret handshake to tell a demonfrom an angel? The reason I ask is because the blue-bellied lizard is doing pushups on the rock again. And becausethe sun is setting, and mountain ridges stand behind one another like ancestors, fading into the purple distance.I sense the urgings crawling around inside you are …
By Sarah Colby
That bath was my undoing,a ritual ended in ruin—the billow of the king’s cloaka rooftop shadow I never saw,his summons unexpected. To refuse the king is death—most days I wish I had.Instead, over and over I turnmy head away from the sharavof his unfamiliar breath. When he sent for youI waited with dates and honeycraving …
By Tricia Cope
You were born in the night,all flesh and fists andfuzz. Warm breathon my neck. Whisperedlullabies. I named you and taught you to namethings. Bird. Book. Bread. God.Only now that you are grownI tell you the truth. That lifeboils over the rim of this world. I scarcely rememberthe old songs. The shapeof your body curledinto mine. …
By Lara Niedermeyer
Segullah Literary Journal is pleased to announce the winners of our 2025 Writing and Art Contest. The prizes for this year’s contest were donated by a small group of Segullah supporters who value literature and art created by women of our faith. These winners met our continuing mission of provoking thought and greater understanding and …
By Lara Niedermeyer
Editorial Our February 2025 issue marks a year since Segullah started publishing again, and also our 20th anniversary as an organization. This year, we’ll continue to provide you with new writing and art quarterly, the exciting results of our current contest, as well as diving into offering online and in-person workshops, readings, and much more! …
By Melonie Cannon
What is love? Not the tidy, glittering kind that fits neatly on a Hallmark card, but the messy, persistent kind—the kind that shows up, bruised and imperfect, yet still alive. In this issue, we bring you six striking poems, inviting the reader to pause and join an exploration of love in its myriad forms. I …
By Jes Scoville
I don’t believe in love.Not the undying kind.Not anymore. But I love this snail.The silver lining he drawsacross my porch. The way he climbsthe door in reverse—vesicular eye toward earth As if living upendedis the most usualthing for any beating heart.
By Lorren Lemmons
Darlene Young is an accomplished list-maker. Poem after poem in her third full-length poetry collection, Count Me In, published by Signature Books, draws out the minute joys and pains of everyday life. “One of the Three Nephites Currently Serves in North America” lists out the benefits of staying alive into the twenty-first century: Curbside grocery …
The editors at Segullah are pleased to announce that we are accepting submissions for our 2025 Art and Writing Contest between February 1, 2025 and March 10, 2025. General submissions are closed during this time. All submissions received during this time will be considered contest submissions. Winners of the contest will be selected from each of …
By Shari Crall
Editorial My mother-in-law passed away last week, and to the end of her 89 years there were hurts in her life she said were too painful to talk about. We will never know why she was a teenage bride who divorced, leaving two little girls behind. She finally shared a little about her divorce from …