Cattails and purgatory
In the morning between the hours of six and seven there is an ambiguity inside a coffee shop that any young priest trying to make his mark as a homeletic wunder...
Category: Poetics
Today I saw a tree in a northern park
Today I saw a tree in a northern park that slanted out as though it thought to breach the blue horizon. A mighty lean for a madroña, but unknown for a white pin...
National Aboriginal Day—The Elder Project
On a Sunday in August, 1876, Reverend D. J. Burrell stood in front of his congregation in Chicago, not long after the battle of the Little Bighorn, and said: &q...
New Eyes–an arts experience
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.” – Marcel Proust New Eyes…an arts experience including origi...