[…] Clawson watched as an anti-Mormon mob in Georgia killed his companion. Through bluff and bravado Clawson survived the assault and brought his companion’s body back to church and family in Utah. The murdered Joseph […]
I took my violin and my music from the back of the car and listened to my heels tap on the asphalt as I walked across the parking lot. It was an icy December […]
Grandma teased us for the time it took to kill one jackrabbit on our backyard picnic table.
We leave the town at noon For a beach of white pebbles And small, clean bones. The wind Whips our sensible skirts, and sun glints
[…] heart break. He had circled outside my perimeter, did not intrude, but hovered undetected. I rejected. To the end of his days I was no partaker of his feast. I had no taste. He […]
While a hummingbird scans it for wires the red rosebud explodes in slow motion, the two velocities firing simultaneously. Riddled with inconsistencies, the rose is
Already cold and stiff by the time I arrived, It was a shallow shadow, gray against black; A collar of blood fringed its matted coat.
In fall, I try to understand the dying of so many innocent leaves. The changes happen imperceptibly, till the once-verdant is carmine or golden, but such pulsing color is only prelude to their silent […]
Whose poem this is, I think I know— New England bard of spring and snow, But eighth-grade teachers don’t explain The depths to which the poets go.
Early on, in class, the smooth new pencils, the ice-white paper, copper-bladed rulers, all spoke order, a progression of lines.