Fort Douglas Cemetery: Reanimating Death
Winter. Despite clear, sunny skies, the temperatures are below freezing. Deep powder blankets the Fort Douglas Military Cemetery,...
Mill Creek: Relentless Whispers
I had forgotten the creek; it had slipped to a corner of my mind wherein dust, lost socks and discarded paper clips collect. I was on the...
Excerpts from “The Inhabitants of the Salt Lake City Cemetery”
I used to only pass through, rather than visit, the cemetery. I used it as a liminal space for my own ends—to move myself from my home to...
Warm Springs
No one made the desert bloom. At its edge, the desert was oasis. It frothed. Dozens of springs and seeps poured from the foothills, the...