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Yahrzeit

This morning I light red candles 
and set them on the sill, 
daring the breeze 
through an open window 
to tease the flames. 

Salvation

3 She held the umbrella close to her head, limiting her vision to the circle of stones at her feet. Anna watched her companion’s hemline bounce in time to the click of her heels against…

The Meadow

My family and I drove hours one Sunday to see 
a meadow in the mountains of Arizona. We stood 
behind a split-rail fence. “It’s beautiful,” 
my dad said. “It’s for sale. If we had money 
we’d buy it.” And we climbed the fence 
and wandered that acre of wildflowers and ferns, 
ate fried chicken and picked up our litter, 
and went home. 

At Bay

There are no waves on the bay side of the peninsula. The tide simply licks up and back, up and back on the sand shore. Beyond the shore, tall sailboats of vivid blues, greens, and…

Eve’s Offering

Sacred, subtle slavery, the mother’s task 
That burden of creation’s holy power. 
To love a clot of flesh and never ask 
If it deserves its soul at chosen hour. 

An Interview with David Sjodahl King

David S. King has led a life exceptional for its combination of public and ecclesiastical service. His parents were Vera Sjodahl King (1891-1955) and William Henry King (1862-1949), a four-term U.S. Senator from Utah. Born…

Afield

Just off the highway 
in the setting sun 
cattle gather on a hill. 
My foot lets up