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Grief

She had begun falling asleep at odd moments—not when she was sitting in a chair, reading a book, or anything like that—but rather when she was doing things that ordinarily kept a person awake, like…

A Little Love Story

For a Mormon boy steeped in the taboos of religious purity and small town morality, nothing is so frightening yet so inviting as the wedding day. It was early morning, the first of September. From…

Nothing Holy: A Different Perspective of Israel

For the first nineteen years of my life I defined myself as a Christian Palestinian-Israeli-Arab. I inherited this religious-racial-political affiliation in several ways. Culturally and linguistically I am an Arab. My family’s Chris tian Arab…

Abandoned Farmyard, November

Today I saw near a barn 
the bed and crossbar of an old hayrack, 
sunk into earth like the hull of a boat, 
a dying thistle bloom grown out 

Cliff Dwellings

Here, rock has a soft face
and wind moves above like spirit.
I listen down the long slant
of switchback trails, steps carved
where red rock accordions through the canyon.

Evan Mecham: Humor in Arizona Politics

Through the spring and summer of 1987, Arizona residents had a wonderful time laughing about their newly elected governor, Evan Mecham. Mon day mornings were brighter because people brought to work new jokes they had…

The Holy War Surrounding Evan Mecham

While I am not a political scientist, sociologist, or historian, I am one of many Arizona Latter-day Saints who will never forget Evan Mecham or the “Holy War” of public opinion that surrounded his governorship…

Divorce

With the heat at the end of August, 
I am glad I sleep alone 
And roll over on your side of the bed 
Where the sheets are still cool. 

Lindon Cannery, November 12, 1982

These are apples picked by the pure 
In heart, end of the harvest apples, 
Juice apples — but apples. 
And if a worm, or mold or frost