By Gaylord Brewer The weekend’s degradations have receded almost sufficiently to look forward to again. Monday’s starry-eyed resolve? That’s happy history, too. What were you thinking? Time to slow it down, lower expectations, pace yourself. You’re not even half through the week’s race you pretend. Eat a grapefruit, maybe, weed a …
Category: Art and Literature
All She Wants is Art: Doug Himes
By Andi Pitcher Davis THE LAST MAJOR work of Cy Twombly’s life was one of art’s most romantic projects—installing a massive mural on the ceiling of the Louvre. Three thousand five hundred square feet of pure, nearly uninterrupted blue, bright as the Virginia sky. “It’s a color not bought in a bottle or matched …
Davinho
By Ryan McIlvain Art by Chad Danger Lindsay My first missionary companion was named Willer, a squat, wide-faced Brazilian from the south of the country. One morning he spread the map of our area on the apartment floor, swept his hand across the populous heart, and said, “I’ve tracted all this with other companions. Pretty …
Tyler and the Giant Gumball Machine
Reviewed by Edward Jones III The Not Even Once Club By Wendy Watson Nelson Illustrated by Brandon Dorman Deseret Book, 2013 32 pages, $18.99 A boy named Tyler moves to a new ward. Friends from Primary invite him to a tree house where he can join their club—but only if he passes their test and …
Golden: Poetry
By Paul Swenson Hey, Brother Golden, what’s it like over there? You ever share your coffee with the other cowboys ’round that celestial fire? Does it burn as fine and new as you hoped it would when you said you couldn’t wait ‘til you were dead to get the final clue— as to whether …
The Louisiana Heron: Poetry
By Dennis Ross shaggy dark grey in the predawn light, balances one-legged on the beach. Like a compass needle his long beak points into the brisk on-shore wind, towards the grey-blue waves now with brilliant orange dancers cavorting along their crests. A tidal pool mirror picks up the pulsing orange beat as the sun …
Moses Rock: Poetry
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The Motions: Poetry
By John Grey The whole of sunset resonates on the small of a lake’s frozen back. An odd design to this luminous third act: through stands of trees, for every street of light, ten blocks of shadow, an occasional kindling bough where a frigid leaf hangs on. Large egret no longer stalks cracks in …
Another Sky: Poetry
By James Cushing This scrap of bright blue paper with your hasty note and art keeps aloft the kite of a moment that has joined its sisters in the woods. Yes, despite lengthening days, the air feels cold and the wind speaks of something gone away I’m trying to read the 2-point type …
For Love of Words: Poetry
By Anita Tanner The teacher-cop with chalk directs traffic for sentence diagramming while we speed nouns and verbs between white lines to park in place on black asphalt, a few clauses or phrases second-storied up on tripod stilts we slash across the board, spots for words like stalled autos in a parking lot …