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Thirty thirteen-year-olds stormed into my room. They chattered and waved their arms, oblivious, as usual, to my between-class presence and observance of their passion. “Man, he’s such a jerk,” Jared hissed to his huddled friends…

Gaining Darkness

Going down to the cellar 
a child awakens to tendrils 
of winter vegetables 
that elongate like white worms.

Mormonism on the Big Mac Standard

A few years ago a member of our Cambridge, Massachusetts, 2nd Ward bishopric and his wife made their first journey across the United States. Born and reared in Japan, they were anxious to see the…

Reflecting on the Death Penalty

During the winter of 1994 a man I represented was taken to a small room in Huntsville, Texas, strapped to a gurney, and his life was taken from him by strangers in the name of…

3/4″ Marine Ply

I arrived in San Diego the day before Christmas to visit my mother and to clean out her garage. I am the fourth of seven children, most of whom live much farther away than L.A.…