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Aspiration

Wind, shorn from the sky by glass 
and concrete, whistles down the face
of the casino tower, flings the naked
branches of a sidewalk tree, and pours

Wars of Preemption, Wars of Revenge

Americans may be on the eve of a preemptive attack on a foreign country, ostensibly to protect ourselves from potential future attacks. Our nemesis, Saddam Hussein, is known to be evil, having gassed his own…

Why I Can’t Write My Joseph Smith Play

In April of 2001 I directed ten of my students in an hour-and-fifteen minute workshop production of the rough beginnings of a play I’d writ ten. I’d been immersed in research and writing for eight…

Would Joseph Smith Attend the New York Stake Arts Festival?

Recently, Latter-day Saint artists and writers in New York City have been searching for ways to recognize one another. I don’t mean recognize in the sense of honoring, but recognize as in encountering one another’s…

Sestina of the Martyrdom

On the long tether of a day in June 
Beyond the Zion swamps, the prisoned palms
Of four men opened toward a promised land.
And yet, below the shadows of limestone 
Joseph thought again, I am going 
Like a lamb to the slaughter.