Easter-eyes
Forgive this foray into what I suppose is a kind of pragmatic theology (perhaps there’s truly no other kind) but I’ve been dipping into the quite re...
Category: Peace
Jefferson and Jesus Unplugged
A week of technical bugs and glitches has sapped me of the little creativity I possess. I’ve been bedeviled and it’s not over. In this muted state /...
Hit by the arch of a smile
Bits of grainy snow. Sky of graphite. Walked home from work dodging arcs of slush bursting from Bridgestones. Here it is, the tail end of Tuesday and it’s...
Easter with Simone
All the clouds are in windrow’s this morning. All aligned and symmetrical. It’s like God swathed the sky. Organizing things for a new day. Putting t...