Sestina for the Coming Fall
April 11, 2018In 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 […]
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.
The fairytales were wrong: to identify big feet with wicked stepsisters, ugly with unloved, princes and frogs with anything
The prophet Joseph Smith once told Nancy Rigdon, whom he was attempting to persuade to become his plural wife, that whatever God required was right, no matter what it was (374). Smith went […]
My sister sings Puccini in the shower. A fever ripped the muscle of her heart when she was five but now she is almost twenty-one and lovely. She leaves music
[…] printing was 1,500 copies. Soon after a negative review of the Roberts book appeared in the “Church News” section of the Deseret News, the edition sold out and a second printing was published. With […]
There’s this house where four retarded men live who go to church on Sundays. In the other ward, they come at nine; sometimes I see the four shaking hands like the ushers. This year, […]
When did I find the music of another open-window autumn? I’ve left more vodka empties near the wardhouse dumpster.
Prisoner for Polygamy is not simply another volume in the vast collection of diaries, histories, auto- biographies, and biographies of Mormon polygamists. Rather it is a slice of life, a document describing the immediate consequences […]