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Practicing at Sunrise
March 30, 2018In the morning’s glissando,
Canadian night wrapped tightly
against opaque windows,
she rises. The brick in her bed
Natural Symmetry
March 30, 2018The restaurant juts above the pond,
casting lucent shadows in those moments
that fall still between dinner and dark.
Reflections luminesce against the faces
Night Thunder at the Cabin
March 30, 2018In thunder at 2 a.m.
I occupy all my lives
my loves hovering holding
rising with me to the wild night
“Those Amazing Mormons”: The Media’s Construction of Latter-day Saints as a Model Minority
March 30, 2018The August 4, 1997, issue of Time featured on its cover a shot of the Angel Moroni atop the Salt Lake City Temple, illuminated against a night sky; the cover’s caption read “Mormons, Inc.: The…
Coupé
March 30, 2018In winter, you get onto the train to Moscow at dusk or at first dark. From the Tallinn train station, you can almost see the lights of the harbor. The train station, though, smells nothing…
Military Funeral in a High Hills Cemetery
March 30, 2018An adulterous generation after all.
We seek a sign, some old tune or rhyme
Like Grandfather’s Clock, even as we stand
Among the tumbling chaos of death and birth
Mormon Psychohistory: Psychological Insights into the Latter-day Saint Past, Present, and Future
March 30, 2018Several years ago, I was speaking with a fellow Saint and convert at the Sunstone Symposium in Salt Lake City. We described ourselves to each other as “Joseph Smith converts.” By that, we meant that…
Day Music
March 30, 2018The mountain is a redhead
lying on his back
nose and knees pointed
to the sun. His hair
Wild Things
March 30, 2018I’ve heard of horses—mustangs mostly—who run wild across Nevada’s
bleak terrain. (They kind of remind me of Uncle Bill, who ran wild, too, last
summer, until Aunt Shirley caught up with him at the border). Horses know
no borders, don’t allow limits, except those imposed by a weariness of