Jesus and I were the only white people in the sanctuary. One summer, while outside Washington, D.C., on a college internship, I walked across the street to church. When I opened the door and […]
[…] once she had it lifted she couldn’t launch herself forward, so she had to lower it in order not to fall down backwards. Facing the garden hose again, foiled by it, she looked surprised […]
[…] the pyramid is the phrase that explains the meaning of America: novus ordo seclorum, or “a new order of the ages.” Here was a nation, therefore, untouched by the hand of hu man tradition, […]
[…] merely a “structured sample of reality” where science empowers their message. Alternatively, museums might encourage a pseudo-religious experience of ritually “attending” them— factors, some critics observe, that reduce the probability of resistant readings by patrons.
In our Spring issue, we mistakenly omitted Terence L. Day’s biographical note. Our sincerest apologies. There was also a mistake in the printing of James Goldberg’s poem, “The Feather Pen.”
In the months after September 11, 2001, essayist and poet Frederick Turner crafted an unpublished tale entitled “The Terrorist Goes to Paradise.” Told in the first person by the terrorist himself, the story recounts […]
[…] drawings. During his years at Brigham Young University where he earned a BFA, he found himself drawn to abstraction and minimalism. Today we see this through his shown work across the state and country. jaredlindsayclark.com
The authors of this volume’s concluding essay argue that “Latter-day Saint theology does not constitute a rigid framework which insists on either an idealist or realist approach to war in the scheme of […]
[…] Utah, an LDS Navajo neighbor asked if my ten-year-old daughter would like to play a role in the Voices of San Juan Pageant, a local, outdoor LDS production then staged every year. I’d never […]
[…] crib, the diapers washed and hung on a jerry-rigged clothesline in the backyard, and some semblance of order restored, Mary said, “I need a favor.” Vanessa regarded her mother over her shoulder. “What?” “I […]