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If you're where we are, Fearreantum's got you set for November 1st.

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October 31, 2025 at 2:35 AM
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HEY HEY HEY.

Just three months left to submit to TEMPLE.
[TEMPLE] I've been thinking about a pair of Isaac James Richards poems ("Sin" and "Daily Initiations") that engage with the temple in interesting and new ways. And realizing I'd like to see more of that. Thus: a temple-themed issue. Poetry, essay, fiction, video, music, comics—whatever medium you like. Tell us about the temple. Explore its grounds and hallways. Explore the souls of those who worship there—or perhaps are left outside. Note that Irreantum respects sensitivities people have about the temples and our editorial decisions will be influenced by this. However, we would rather you submit work both honest and true. We can negotiate boundaries later. Deadline: January 31, 2026.
October 24, 2025 at 9:04 PM
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Early Morning Art Mark D. Bennion Childhood Sunday J.S. Absher A Deeper Baptism Chris McClelland Bury It S.B. Knapp Apos (excerpt) Anna M. Wright The Tree J.S. Absher Held Lorraine Jeffery In the Hallway Darlene Young Morning of the First Jack Harrell For the Mothers SJ Larson [Give me mercy, Lord] Chris McClelland Pushing Up Daisies Dian Bretones Talking to Mother at the Hidden Pond J.S. Absher
August 19, 2025 at 7:41 PM
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(print version available soon)
Eternities of Cats
July 28, 2025 at 6:00 PM
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It's heeeeeere!
December 1, 2024 at 10:36 PM
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New identity for the new issue! Coming December 1.
November 22, 2024 at 5:21 AM
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November 19, 2024 at 8:15 PM
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And Brother Scott returns to close us out with a benediction.

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September 23, 2024 at 8:01 PM
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Where doth the Restoration yet have to visit?

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September 23, 2024 at 7:57 PM
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I made Brother Hogan spell "Sugarbush" as a single word. You are welcome to tell the author the editor is wrong.

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September 23, 2024 at 7:55 PM
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Katherine Cowley writes a beautiful essay about the temple. (Also, writers, she is editing a future issue: MYSTERY. Check out the guidelines. Duedate in January.)

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September 23, 2024 at 7:52 PM
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The faith of Brother Crist finds a home within more than one restoration: irreantum.associationmormonletters.org/two-great-pr...
September 23, 2024 at 7:48 PM
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September 23, 2024 at 7:42 PM
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COMING THURSDAY
February 12, 2024 at 8:04 PM
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The editorial decisions of FOLKLORE are complete and acceptances and not-acceptances are going out this week.

BUT IN THE MEANTIME----

We're surprising you with another issue coming LATER THIS MONTH. More info soon, but this is the vibe:
February 5, 2024 at 8:04 PM
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Yeah, baby.
December 7, 2023 at 6:54 AM
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We worked with artist Tyler Vance this issue. You can read his statement here, then proceed on to his website: irreantum.associationmormonletters.org/_20_3_artist...
Synroot’s Tomb (the work above) serves as a window onto a fictional character through the lens of archeology. Knowing only that this is the tomb of a single person, what can be discovered about them, simply through its contents?
October 20, 2023 at 2:40 PM
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This is a work of literary criticism. You don't need a paragraph or five to know if you're interested. Look at the title and decide.

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Could Brandon Sanderson Have Saved the Nephites? Nicholas J. Frederick
October 20, 2023 at 1:47 AM
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You guys. I don't know if I can tell you how delightful this story is. A story that begins with bodies washed away by floods and takes a decidedly magical turn without ever seeming less realistic. If only there were a term for such writing!

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The Year the Graveyard Flooded Emily Feuz Jensen The year the graveyard flooded, strange things began to happen in the town of Smallwood. The town, as the name implies, was a small, little community. Think less of a town, and more a collection of roads and houses outside the nearby city of Tremonton, which, incidentally, was less of a city and more of a small town. Both were settled in the northern mountains of Utah and thrived mostly on three large factories and one rocket manufactory. Ed Rosing had worked in all three factories throughout his life (though never the rocket plant), but by the flood year he had long since retired. He lived alone in a rundown home with white siding and chipped blue shutters. His wife lived next door in the Smallwood Cemetery. Ed had been caretaker of the graveyard as long as anyone could remember. It seemed to many of the younger generation that Ed had been alive as long as anyone could remember. He was small and stooped and walked with an old knobby
October 19, 2023 at 6:53 PM
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Honestly, if you haven't spent much time in your ward's library, you really can't guess what sort of monsterly evidence it may be hiding. Let Shayla show you.

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The Incident at Burning Bush Ranch Shayla Frandsen FWD: FWD: URGENT—PLEASE LOOK AT THIS DOCUMENT!.docx Hey Jim, I rec’d this email a few weeks ago. Her letter is compelling, but I can’t tell if the attached footage is legitimate or artificially aged. I’ve reached out to Ms. Williams several times with no response. I even called the Mormon building where she attends, but the person on the other end hung up as soon as I mentioned Ms. Williams’s name. Mind checking this out when you have a few minutes? Thanks, Steve —— Steven Tygert Assistant Editor-in-Chief Truth and Veracity Publications “Ratings don’t last. Good journalism does.” – Dan Rather To whom it may concern, Continuing revelation makes for strange bedfellows. When the prophet announced technological updates to the church’s filing system, I found myself, a 27-year-old unmarried woman, clearing out
October 19, 2023 at 4:26 PM
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We can debate later exactly which genre's in play here (I see a few) but can we all agree with @makotoh.bsky.social that polygamy has always been hecka queer?

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Welded Makoto Hunter Imogen holds me after the sun has gone down and little Lucy is put to bed and after All of St. Johns is dark and quiet enough that we convince ourselves no one is awake But someone could be since after all we are awake but we must tell ourselves that to Be brave enough to try In the dark we cannot see each other so we feel for each other Hands in hands and then finding arms and face and hair and the first time we were so Shy barely knowing what we were doing except that in Logan Imogen clasped hands With Erasmus when Lucille placed her hand in his and then in Salt Lake City Erasmus Clasped hands with me when Lucille put his hand in mine This was when Lucille was Alive still and when little Lucy wasn’t yet and when Imogen and I had not yet known One another but even back then I thought that her eyes looked like the stars crowning Mary’s head in Revelation but Lucille and Imogen touched hands and I only watched. In St. Johns we say Imogen is my cousin and little
October 19, 2023 at 3:36 PM
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What if spiritual gifts were something you could just inflict on someone else?

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An Opportunity Jeanna Mason Stay “One day you’ll understand,” he said to her. His last words, rasped out with his last breaths as he lay, tired and worn, on his hospital pillow. The words washed over her with weight and power. And she ignored them. She set them aside with the other superstitions of her family. She’d spent years believing that such power didn’t exist, that people saw what they wanted to see. Mattie left the hospital room and numbly walked down the eternal white corridors, squinting under the bright lights. The family, of course, were crowded into the waiting room. Sitting on the dingy chairs, chattering to fill the emptiness left behind by his decline. Magazines flipped through, never read. Aunts, uncles, cousins huddling together just a little closer. “He’s gone,” she told them in a flat voice. She knew she should feel grief, should feel pain welling up in her soul at the death of her father, but she only felt raw and emptied. What she would feel later, when the n
October 19, 2023 at 3:36 AM
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Declan Hyde has thought about the things we cannot see and he has decided to show them to us.

Sometimes, it is better not to see.

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7 Devils Declan Hyde Ashlynn wiped down the counters post-surgery. Only minutes ago, a dog had nearly died here on the operating table as the vet attempted to remove a cancerous tumor. But things had come out okay in the end, and the dog was able to be stabilized. That left Ashlynn with the grimy task of cleaning up the blood and other substances now smeared all over the room and surgical instruments. “The doc said the dog’s heart stopped beating for a few minutes,” Ashlynn remarked to Briton, the other veterinary assistant who was helping her with clean up. “She died and came back. Crazy.” Briton grunted as he hefted the trash bag up and tied it off. “Crazy how that can happen. You know Hadley died and came back.”
October 18, 2023 at 11:46 PM
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What if we had a Goddess tradition . . . but it was lost in the desert?

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The Archaemaji D. C. Wynters “The door to the temple was sealed when we arrived,” Enora said. When her husband was still alive, he had said her voice sounded like twilight. Now it filled the sunlit room as she gave her report. She and Mophath sat in front of the chief scribe, a small lectern between them and the older man. Bronze glasses perched at the edge of his blocky nose as he recorded Enora’s report. The chief scribe’s natural height meant that she needed to look up at him, his face a mountain peak made even more distant by the lectern. Enora knew that Mophath would have gladly given the report—young women like her weren’t afraid of telling the truth exactly as they saw it—but Enora’s extra decade of life meant the duty rested with her. “We looked around the edges of the door to see if the seal was mechanical. While we could not rule it out, there was nowhere to place a key. Mophath and I believe that the seal is arcane.” The scribe looked at her over his glasses. His hawki
October 18, 2023 at 10:11 PM
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One of our two poems in GENRE, Brooks explains what it's like to be the "chicken trying to comprehend the egg."

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Unidentified Faith-affirming Object Gregory Brooks A column of light, gradually descending like a tractor beam through the canopy of a rural forest, locks onto a farm boy and carries him into the future: polygamy, migrations, death. ~ Angels, he dictates, are aliens of-a-kind: trust that they arrive in numbers, for the chosen few—and if it pleases you to fly within the belly of their saucer, get witnesses who won’t disavow your vision, your manic free dive into the improvisational Divine.
October 18, 2023 at 7:54 PM