Grief
April 14, 2018She 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…
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…
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…
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…
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
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.
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…
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…
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.
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