A new chapter has begun. Somehow I have begun writing Trickster tales and I’m a character in the stories as […]
The River Is My Church Now
An accounting of worship along the riverbank
On the eve of Memorial Day, 2021 – my God and I remember.
We take a journey through philosophical inquiry and discourse.
We discuss ethics.
We pause periodically for “8 minutes and 46 seconds”.
In our pause, we don’t breathe.
We simply remember and we pray that somehow
we can find a remedy to cure this soul-sickness of white supremacy.
Dedicated to George Floyd.
There’s Power in Name… That’s right, Old Dog. Isn’t that what you tell me? To Name the Power is to […]
A Tale of Divine Trickery.
This is why I paint Coyote.
A Story About Church…
You’re here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world. God is not a secret to be kept. We’re going […]
Yesterday, I was asked “Did you paint this weekend?” by a couple of older, white male friends of mine. When […]
This year I intend to read one book a month that’s not a mystery/suspense/thriller – I want to read books […]