Monday, June 3rd, 2013
“Darwin’s book was rather heavy, but by close application, the young student thought he learned what the scientist was ‘driving at.’”—Nephi Anderson, Dorian Elder Joseph F. Smith, Jr. knows the Ford Model T as thoroughly as he knows his scriptures, and he knows those better than any man in the Church. So, with the automobile [...]
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Wednesday, April 3rd, 2013
In Spring the gardener finds out death– What fruit tree limbs did not overwinter. Some stems twig and bud and bloom, Some stems splinter. I lost a limb some seasons back From my own flesh–my firstborn daughter. Time healed the break, but I still lack The apples of her laughter. __________________________________________________ Adam Greenwood lives with [...]
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Saturday, March 30th, 2013
This is a rewrite of an earlier post published here on WIZ. One dark night in January of 2010 Mark and I made a last minute run to the only grocery store within 22 miles. On our return trip home, I drove with the SUV’s highbeams on, because we live on a rural road where, [...]
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Monday, March 25th, 2013
In my part of the spring world, the arrival of the vernal equinox has not felt much different from the arrival of the autumnal equinox. The green flame is burning unusually low for this time of year. Winds have been abrasive and cold. Usually, the Big Green is well on its way by now, but [...]
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Saturday, March 16th, 2013
This is a rewrite of a post published here on WIZ that I’m including in my book Crossfire Canyon. I’m posting the rewrite today in response to finding a bounty-killed coyote on this morning’s walk. April 8, 2009. As I walked out of a nearby canyon last week along a trail where I had previously [...]
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Thursday, March 14th, 2013
Let no man beguile you of your reward in a voluntary humility and worshipping of angels – Colossians 2:18 She thinks I am praying to her Kneeling before her Extending my hands to her Her Egyptian ancestors earned their worship Guarding food from mice, fighting cobras Giving shape to perfume and ointment jars Instead she [...]
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Tuesday, March 12th, 2013
First item of business: Wilderness Interface Zone is issuing a call for nature-themed prose: creative nonfiction or environmental nonfiction, eco-criticism, interviews, hybrid literary forms, and short fiction, including novel excepts, that reflect on humankind’s relationship to the natural world, wherever writers engage it. We’re especially interested in writing that demonstrates the need for and effects [...]
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Monday, March 11th, 2013
In my quest for perhaps a wrongly-remembered story about beavers in Yellowstone National Park, I’ve watched several national parks shows, including Ken Burns’ America’s National Parks series. Since we finished that show–worth the watch, by the way–I’ve looked for other, nature-toned documentaries. We saw that Amazon Prime would let us view PBS’s Nature series for [...]
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Tuesday, February 26th, 2013
I sensed her by the fallow deer that fed upon the oak leaves near the sea, and then around the flooded estuary bed where egrets hid between large willows. When a heron waded through the narrow pond and mingled with the geese, I almost saw her cherry lips flash like a regal wand, or damselfly, [...]
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Thursday, February 21st, 2013
For many, it’s a simple thing, going to sleep at the end of a day. For me it runs to the difficult side. I sleep with my special needs daughter to keep watch over her through the night. She’s often troubled by discomfort or becomes tangled in sheets and blankets. Sometimes, her arms and legs [...]
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