Editorial, Summer 2008

Better Together

by Cheri Schulzke

ARMED WITH THE BROOM and dustpan, I head for the stairs. Hurry. Girls’ Squad is almost over. I know they’ll all stay longer than they should if they don’t think the job is done. This is our third year doing Girls’ Squad. An ambitious, creative friend found the idea in the Ensign and recruited four of us. We [...]

Poetry, Spring 2008

Evening Comes to Donner Lake

by Cheri Schulzke

air cools. rich, lucent blue ripples, flaxen with slanted sunlight. canoe slips through narrow pine-shadowed inlet, nuzzles coarse sand. jumbled cargo awaits— remnants of play. laughter fades sun-weary, content. sandcastles sag as little waves greet one small stray shovel. suntips slide behind the alp. wind stops. the lake rests silent as glass. In her previous [...]

Poetry, Spring 2008

eleven

by Cheri Schulzke

she’s no longer a child but no more than a child yet still plays Narnia and builds mansions of Lincoln Logs and blocks her eyes glow with tears when I confirm her cautious suspicions about Santa she remembers wearing the same clothes to school all week— easier to find every morning on the floor, before [...]

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