Gardner’s Song
March 27, 2018The tomb was a mouth that knew one note: grief. The rock lips opened, closed: tight as a safe.
The tomb was a mouth that knew one note: grief. The rock lips opened, closed: tight as a safe.
[…] .the lives and beliefs of these independent spirits tell us about Mormonism, our selves, and the larger world around us” (p. x). The “independent spirits” dealt with in the volume include Amasa Lyman, John […]
With a neighbor who couldn’t tolerate light, I took stairs in the dark, felt for knobs and shapes of cabinets in windowless rooms. At home,
[…] John, Eugene, and Ruth. . . And soon my mother too Will rest her gnarled body Beneath the tree beside my father And I will not see her again, Nor try longer to break […]
[…] a foul wind blowing in from ten o’clock Saying, You owe me. I check my balance books, And they don’t look off, but the wind insists, You owe me. What? I ask. You abandoned me.
Speak now in the voice of peace. The poets of the world are rising, rising against the storm. Speak in your poet’s voice,
[…] I spent two and a half years in Korea on my mission. Then went back to teach English for a year before the draft called me.” MacDonald nodded. “What’s your rank?” “PFC, sir.” “How […]
From that first dark day the Khmer Rouge, a scourge of scarlet locusts,
[…] display their strengths in their parts rather than in their functioning as a unified whole. After all, the structure of such volumes invites readers to pick and choose and, if read linearly, present multiple […]
Last spring I wrote an essay for the March 2004 AML symposium in which I argued that the most effective poets writing from the LDS culture are those who provide a counterweight to the […]