“We need to start to talk about money in ways that dethrone it and make it subject to human ethics and standards of love and decency.” [Read More]
Those that know me well often think I employ a crooked logic in my arguments (and also know I LOVE to argue). Well, I’m not so sure of my argumentative logic or skills, but I AM crooked in another way. [Read More]
It’s the middle of August and I’m somewhere in Arizona.
Driving and driving I see a patch of white on black.
Unusual it seems. I’m curious.
With The Accidentals playing the Aladdin Theater in Portland recently, Nancy and I headed there for a rare weekend away from home.
We can say Black Elk witnessed the death of an indigenous way of life that existed for thousands of years. He did so just as surely as we’re watching death today — from Aleppo to poison pipelines to dead zones off the coast of America…. [Read More]
When I was a child, I imagined angels like the ones in sentimental postcards, those romanticized winged guardians walking alongside a blond, middle-class boy and girl whose aggressive normality rendered them as iconic as their protector. [Read More]
It must seem a strange urge – to work with the dying.
Life is woven with threads from many ancestors.
When sun strikes on a sudden morning
through a frozen fog, the ransom of Autumn lost,
a glory stands in silvered white, a gleam so cold
that now the tree’s breath shines. [Read More]
Some people like to laughingly remind me of a time when I hated football. [Read More]