M. Shayne Bell
M. SHAYNE BELL {[email protected]}received a creative writing fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts (1991). He worked as poetry editor for Sunstone (1990–95). A poem of his, “One Hundred Years of Russian Revolution,” was a finalist for the Rhysling Award (1989). His poetry has been translated into eleven languages, and has been published in Dialogue, Sunstone, Asimov’s, Amazing Stories, and Starline. His fiction has been translated into 65 languages, and stories of his have been finalists for both the Hugo and the Nebula awards. His works include the novel Nicoji, the anthology Washed by a Wave of Wind (for which he received an award for Editorial Excellence from the Association of Mormon Letters), and the story collection How We Play the Game in Salt Lake. His stories have been widely published, in Asimov’s, The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, Analog, and Tomorrow. He holds a MA in literature from Brigham Young University (1985). He has lectured on environmental, scientific, and literary matters at numerous national and international conferences and symposiums, including lectures on the Anasazi civilization and a tribute to Mary Leakey. He enjoys hiking, backpacking, and climbing. In 1993, he backpacked through Haleakala Volcano on Maui, from the summit to the sea, retracing an expedition Jack London made at the turn of the last century. In 1996, he was part of an eight-day expedition to the top of Kilimanjaro. He lives in Rexburg, Idaho, with six cats.
Art and Half a Cake
Articles/Essays – Volume 25, No. 2
On Saturday mornings, mother baked good bread.
She always called my two sisters,
My two brothers, and me
To come and eat the crusts hot,
Spread with butter and strawberry jam
Made from strawberries she had picked and washed.
Listening to Mozart’s Requiem While Crossing the San Rafael
Articles/Essays – Volume 27, No. 3
The Requiem matched
the smell of death
on the leather of my coat,
and the fear in the music
In a Far Land
Articles/Essays – Volume 27, No. 3
So many women on their knees
that if I knew how to tell them
they could find hope here,
or that there the men
The Time Traveler Comes to Cana
Articles/Essays – Volume 27, No. 4
So I went to Cana and spent Sabbath
in that house, their guest, before the wedding.
The daughter spoke with joy of her marriage;
the mother sat impatient—Sabbath’s end
In a Far Land
Articles/Essays – Volume 29, No. 2
So many women on their knees
that if I knew how to tell them
they could find hope here,
or that there the men
If the Din of Cities Makes the Moon
Articles/Essays – Volume 32, No. 1
If the din of cities makes the moon
shine dimly in the night;
if the touch of concrete and tin
drowns the sound of water;