Duwayne R. Anderson, a highly accomplished and acclaimed physicist specializing in fiber optics, offers readers a thorough examination of the role of science in his disillusionment from Mormonism. The book provides compelling evidence that Latter-day…
The old man bent and balding
is lowered into the water.
At that small moment of burial
he remembers his mother, thinks
Driving from Hollister to Santa Cruz late morning, I
stop at San Juan Bautista to grab a sandwich.
All the signs point toward the Mission, so I keep driving.
Brown-skinned Mexican kids swirl around the plaza
In her fiftieth year and all these other
smug and satisfied people’s children
gaping faces from the pews like ripe pears
and what can she say—a professional woman,
I feel grace descend like whiskey-scented
oil poured over me in the upper room on
my way to heaven. I dance in the heat of
a fire, like ghosts following Sitting Bull
Three times I take his words into my mouth
and make them thunder from my tongue.
His final speech will not remain unsung in me.
The trees wear
copper-lit skin tonight.
Spread out and still in the cold,
they look like slender Kenyans
holding up thousands of hands,
It snowed yesterday for a moment
but it was an idea
that didn’t catch on —
That morning you came to me
I saw the lamp arising in your beard,
a flash of solder and fire
wisping in your robes and hair
Lucille Wentworth sat in her working on her cross-stitch, watching Judy and Ray hold hands, sitting across from her on the couch. It was late, past one; they’d talked for hours, the conversation flowing around…