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There’s No Place Like Home

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…

The Good Life

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. 

Reflections on a Bereavement

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.…

Jackrabbits

Grandma teased us 
for the time it took 
to kill one jackrabbit 
on our backyard picnic table. 

Changes in the Revelations, 1833 to 1835

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…

Ecclesiastical Implications of Grace

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…

Waiting

The absence of a signal 
is itself information, 
a zero giving meaning to binary ones. 
The call that doesn’t ring, 

A Vision of Judas

The light was too harsh 
in the South. All day 
I sat beneath that tree 
growing darker and darker 
until I was all shade.