Long Divisions
April 17, 2018It is alive, the Colorado, its heavy brown waters pulsing through limestone and sandstone layers gouged out before it learned manners from the government and Glen Canyon Dam. “She don’t give a hot sheep shit,”…
It is alive, the Colorado, its heavy brown waters pulsing through limestone and sandstone layers gouged out before it learned manners from the government and Glen Canyon Dam. “She don’t give a hot sheep shit,”…
[…] His father was often gone on business trips for a week or more. David felt that the news of his father’s death was a mistake or perhaps a twisted joke he was too young […]
[…] inevitable roar between two headlights on a dark road. But half a dozen strategies erased that picture, breaking the paralysis. He pictured himself with an ear to the receiver and an eye out the […]
[…] acute need in the other. Thelma was the willing acolyte, a submissive and even anxious pupil in search of keys and passwords to a better and more peaceable kingdom. Carmen, on the other hand, […]
[…] the phone, locked it against my ear with my shoulder, and continued to read the already stale news. “Hello,” I said. It was Evan Francis, first counselor in our ward bishopric. “How are you?” […]
At least the kids were gone, settled among family for the next ten or twelve hours. That gave him some time to pull himself together, to sort things out before tomorrow, before the rest of…
[…] officious and Victorian—an odd choice, I thought at the time, inspired by a flowery edition of the English fairy tales illustrated by Arthur Rackham. But I remember sensing that the choice was right. Now, […]
A drum was beating that night as my family and I entered the elementary school gymnasium. Animal skins were stretched across a portion of hollowed-out tree, two flat brown hands pounding on their surface. Instantly…
[…] Kann was hired as a dishwasher, and I fell in love. Ernie was Mormon too, working to finance his upcoming mission. He owned a red convertible, which he hoped he wouldn’t have to sell […]
Marta Pillahuel was very old. She lived in the country with her pigs on one side and her chickens on the other. Her wooden house leaned to the east and let in the weather—a warm…