Published poetry you can read on the web:

For the most recent versions of my work, see my 2019 collection from BCC press, Homespun and Angel Feathers. But here's a small sampling of work you can find on the web.

"We Go Axe Throwing" (scroll to p. 14 of this download of Rathalla Review)

Yeah, I really went axe throwing. I'm really, really bad at it.

"Even Psalm" 

I love how God peeks out at me in the details of daily life. (Thanks to BYU Studies for publishing.)

"First Argument"

I love thinking about all of the "firsts" that Adam and Eve must have experienced. (This poem took second place in the BYU Studies Clinton F. Larson poetry contest, 2018.)

"My Son's Guitar Class"

Yep, really happened. Parenting can create such an ache sometimes. (This poem won Second Prize in BYU's Hart-Larson poetry contest, 2013 and third place in the BYU Studies Clinton F. Larson poetry contest, 2017.)


We really did get stranded in Wells, Nevada for about five hours one hot summer day. (This poem took third place in the BYU Studies Clinton F. Larson poetry contest, 2014.)

"Angels of Mercy"

Probably my most famous poem. When people ask me how they can read what I write, I say, "Google Darlene Young and 'boob job' and you'll find my work."

"Echo of Boy"

Pretty representative of my motherhood poems. This one is about watching my son head off to gather fast offerings in the snow.

"What Abraham Has to Say"

This is one of my older poems, first published in Irreantum in the summer of 2002. I wrote it shortly after seeing an amazing play, Stones, by my friend Scott Bronson.  Scroll to p. 68.

"Approaching the Veil"

Another really old one. This was my first temple poem--and also the first poem I wrote as an adult. Scroll to p. 53. On the following page, you can see another of my poems, a very early version of one I've rewritten.

"Digestion in the Garden"

The first of my Adam and Eve poems. I wrote this on a day I was trying to diet. I was thinking about how a perfect body might digest . . .   Scroll to p. 124.

"Patriarchal Blessing"

This poem won the Mary Lythgoe Bradford award from Dialogue Journal, for which I am very grateful, because it encouraged me to keep writing.