The Year of the Famine
April 29, 2018When the iron works was shutting down
and you couldn’t buy a sack of flour
in Cedar Valley at any price
(grasshoppers we had—but no gulls),
the Lord sent mushrooms.
When the iron works was shutting down
and you couldn’t buy a sack of flour
in Cedar Valley at any price
(grasshoppers we had—but no gulls),
the Lord sent mushrooms.
The heat and dead
Branches snagging
My hair and the apricots
Hung ripe, unpicked,
It isn’t that way now. The quiet fields are broken into building lots and the farmers build jet engines in the city and garden with a roto-tiller after work. The old canal is lined with concrete and in the center of the town the Saturday and-sun-drenched baseball diamond has shrunk to softball under lights, and the county has built a tennis court just off third base for a game the kids are beginning to learn to play in white shoes.
Four of my father’s wives lived at Provo during my childhood, a situation particularly fortunate for the swarm of Taylor kids. Santa Claus came twice to us, instead of just the single time he visited…
Dear sirs:
In the Letters to the Editor exchange between Owen Clark and Victor Cline (Spring, 1972), an important issue was raised but not confronted. Mr. Clark was responding to Dr. Cline’s warning (Spring, 1971) about the dangers of transference and countertransference leading to infidelity both with professional and Church counselors.
Dear Dr. Cline:
Your reply to Ms. D. of Washington D.C. left me feeling less than comfortable. While agreeing that women should be freed from those things promoting loss of self esteem, doubt, fear, etc., there are a few points I would like to discuss.