Pancha Loca
April 12, 2018Pancha Robinson was doing dishes at her mother’s sink and watching her husband Rick, who was out in the backyard with the children. Gloria, Pancha’s sister, was sitting at the kitchen table fiddling with a…
Pancha Robinson was doing dishes at her mother’s sink and watching her husband Rick, who was out in the backyard with the children. Gloria, Pancha’s sister, was sitting at the kitchen table fiddling with a…
Luke had a dream. When I first married his daughter Marie, she warned me that he believed dreams were a form of personal revelation. But it was not until the summer of 1952 that I…
The egg insists on its own reality,
So I go along, easy, not one
To counter what I don’t know.
It had been the perfect day. We had learned how to write cursive L’s and mine were the best, so Miss Handy hung my paper on the board for the rest of the class to…
Why do I strain for a freedom found outside,
Where worlds in time and space lie wide and full?
My room is closed and airless while the tide
Slaps up the pier and churns me in its pull.
And yet old times of weary venturing pall.
My wife, Eleanor Coleman Hart, died on Christmas Eve, 24 December 1990, after an unfailingly resolute two-year struggle with systemic lupus. The forty-sixth anniversary of our wedding passed only a few days before her death.…
Grandma teased us
for the time it took
to kill one jackrabbit
on our backyard picnic table.
Members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints accept as scripture the book of Doctrine and Covenants, a compilation of revelations received by the Prophet Joseph Smith. These revelations cover a variety of…
While living in Philadelphia several years ago, I served for three years as liaison from the Philadelphia Stake High Council to the Philadelphia Spanish Branch located in the Puerto Rican and black barrios of North…
The absence of a signal
is itself information,
a zero giving meaning to binary ones.
The call that doesn’t ring,