Why are you weeping?      The mystery and longing of this morning      revealed and unrecognized, misunderstood      “if you have taken...

     How can I celebrate the resurrection when Iran is under bombs?      When Venezuela is being plundered?      When Gaza is little but rub...

     Yesterday’s jagged thunder and lightning fled but the wind remained, and it was cruel. I tried to find my way to the tomb and to silenc...

     Good Friday and the world has slipped from time. I spent the day walking in the wind and in the rain. Walking late and overtime in the ...

Here's a low-fi recording of a goofy little song I wrote as I was out and about the past couple of days. I hope you'll like it.  You...