A late review has the advantage of calling a good book to the attention of any one who may have missed it the first time around, and of reaffirming what time has already proved—its lasting…
Nerved sparks, the Perseids
tonight, wincing out over Loafer
Father, you taught me to name
these — each streak of fire
Tildy Elizabeth sat by the cradle, Book of Mormon open on her knee. One hand rocked absently while the other traced in painful concentration the small print, dim in the yellow lamplight. Some time ago…
When I was twenty and dewy-eyed, I visited Auschwitz. I found ghosts there. The red bricks of the camp were gritty with the black soot which was all that remained of four million people, gassed…
As anti-war demonstrations gained in size and frequency throughout the Western world during the Gulf War, it is doubtful that many Latter-day Saints took part, if experience during earlier conflicts is anything to judge by.…
The successes of Operation Desert Storm hardly need to be mentioned. The media have joined forces with politicians to praise the superior fighting ability of the United States military, the diverse international coalition that was…
During the first few weeks of January this past year, I suspect the thoughts of most Americans seldom moved for very long from the subject of war. Most of us felt hopeful and fearful, stimulated…
They tell us now
That the darkness of space
Is what’s left over,
I took my violin and my music from the back of the car and listened to my heels tap on the asphalt as I walked across the parking lot. It was an icy December night,…
As I stood in the receiving line at my daughter’s wedding last May, a neighbor drew me aside. “Have you seen Janet recently?” she asked, referring to her eldest, unmarried daughter. “No,” I said. “Well,…