The “Best Books”: Summer 2022 Call for Submissions

In D&C 88:118, readers are invited to seek “out the best books” and to “seek learning, even by study and also by faith.” Beyond...

Integrated Blog Coming Soon!

We are excited for the blog, magazine, and retreat to unite under one organizational roof. Stay tuned for the migration and visit www.the-exponent.com in...

Congrats to Our Pushcart Prize Nominees!

Each year, small presses and magazines are invited to nominate 6 pieces from the calendar year that demonstrate top literary merit for the Pushcart...

“A New Perspective” by Natalie Taylor

I remember in the early days of the pandemic feeling almost a wonder or reverence for the situation we had all just been thrust...

“Elect Lady” by Nicole Sbitani

Louisa cut herself trimming the patchwork on her mending. Bright blood beaded, and she pulled her hand away from the sewing shears. With three...

“A Rose by Any Other Name” by Shamae Budd

What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. — William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet (Act...

About Exponent II

Exponent II is a feminist space for women and gender minorities across the Mormon spectrum. Our contributors share their voices via personal narratives, theological essays, fiction, poetry, art, and more. Through multiple platforms — including a magazine, blog, social media,  and retreat — we are building an intersectional community that amplifies marginalized voices and advocates for equality. We honor all spiritual journeys in an atmosphere of trust.

From the Magazine

“My Big Fat Mormon Ukraine Wedding” by Mariya Manzhos

Originally published in the Summer 2015 issue Global Zion feature. After ten years of living in the U.S., an inexplicable numbness came over me. My...

“Swimming in the Wind of This World” by Amy Sorensen

I have to learn alone/to turn my body— Adrienne Rich * I wasn’t born in the boat, but within its long shadow. Not like my friends,...

“No Success Can Compensate For Failure in the Home” by Jessica Sagers

Some people are so fatalistic and so neurotically attuned to our own bodies that we are certain every new sensation means that we are...

“Lightwork” by Dayna Patterson

LIGHTWORK  I didn’t know until after Grandma died that daisies were her favorite flower. Daisies on her coffin. Daisies in the pallbearers’ boutonnieres. Daisies arranged...

“Imposter” by Alixa Brobbey

You carry yourself like a leftover meal, your back an arched rib bone. You think yourself alone in doubts, alone in the way your arteries stretch your yearnings...