Sand Dollars Gracing a Shore Within Reach
“Hey, Brian!” Dead leaned into my room. “Be ready to leave in about thirty minutes.” “Fine,” I replied, not worried that I hadn’t even begun to pack. I rummaged through my drawers and closet and…
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Glimmers and Glitches in Zion
An eight-year-old Mormon can tell you a lot about Zion. At least I could. In response to Sister Jensen’s questions in Targeteer class, I’d raise my hand to give my rote answer: “Zion is a…
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What El Salvador Meant to a Three-year-old
an iguana in our empty pool
his eyes jumping wild
a metal fence around the yard
where naked boys waited outside for food
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