Steven L. Peck’s The Tragedy of King Leere, Goatherd of the La Sals is, like many of Peck’s works, almost impossible to categorize. Is it a modern-day ecological interpretation of the famous Shakespearian familial tragedy?…
Most books serve a specific purpose: to provoke emotions, to educate, or to entertain. Rarely do I find a book that’s simultaneously evocative, educational, and entertaining. Crossings is one of the few. From researching in…
Taking the word “essay” in its root meaning as “an attempt,” BYU humanities professor George Handley’s new book of essays If Truth Were a Child comprises the attempts of the author to reconcile intellectual curiosity…
This issue marks the first time that a Dialogue cover has ever had an LDS Church President riding on a dinosaur. Or a spiral jetty made of salt-water taffy. Or green jello stacked on a…
As part of your opening welcome over the pulpit, you announced to us that filming and photography were not allowed in the chapel. We had just gathered there in front of my father’s closed casket…
“Stop gawking at that guy,” Mother said, as I stood staring at a man while shopping in a five and dime store in Idaho Falls. I had never seen a black person before. I stood…
Mnemosyne She was still puzzled that the stars were not the same ones she knew. She cor rects. That she used to know. Where was Orion, its belt and sword glowing bright with mythic power…
When you’re young you think “widow” is a misprint for “window.”
Then the tarp of age gets pulled over you and the words drift apart.
There is a cleanness to good marriage that is like the Renaissance.
It is a force of beauty that tramples mere love. When the blood rushes
After the staredown, saliva gathering in their mouths,
cotton swelling in his, Daniel invited the lions
out for drinks and a late supper.
The sky has fasted in the desert
forty thousand years.
Now it’s caught a glimpse
of barley fields and orange groves:
the table the world sets for winter.