When I was twelve, the youth in our ward did baptisms for the dead in the Los Angeles temple. To pique our interest, our leaders told tales of spirits appearing to the living and […]
I was scrunched behind the big over-stuffed sofa, reading the forbidden works of Mark Twain. Oh horrors, I was reading the most forbidden book of all, Roughing It. I was tittering over what he […]
I see you in the glass. Welcome home! Hard to believe You are a man
It is fitting that the 1850 exploration of the Mormon corridor through the Great Basin area of Brigham Young’s State of Deseret and the settlement that followed a year later received attention from Utah […]
[…] you love; Tracing an idea across a page, putting a ball in flight. spanning the back of a new born, touching a beloved cheek, finding a fit, eschewing […]
Musky as the cedar drawer in Grandmas’ standing metal trunk, a genie scent, improbable and distant as the sound of hooves on sand
[…] history of Nauvoo is friendly history at its finest. It gently questions some deeply held beliefs about the Saints’ tumultuous sojourn at the fringes of western Illinois. The writing is read able and engaging, […]
On the long tether of a day in June Beyond the Zion swamps, the prisoned palms Of four men opened toward a promised land. And yet, below the shadows of limestone Joseph thought again, […]
Awake all night where no night conies she trasmits waves into the sky from sixty feet beneath snow. Some arc into the solar winds
The moment that I cannot comprehend is when you took your garments off. I wonder (though I don’t quite want to know) whether, when the moment came, it was conscious or was incidental.