Chapter Nine of Peace Like a River — the best novel of the first quarter century of the millennia and yes, I know there are
Did not know this until just now but a few weeks ago was World Tuberculosis Day, which honors the date the TB bacterium was discovered
Silence is the real. Words lie on top. + To be alone with the Alone He drapes himself in silence Art, too, is the fruit
A report from the lab — She’ll talk sometimes, make an endless series of noises with inflections and rhythm and pauses. Or she’ll just scream
A Good Friday And petulant Pilate as if triumphant — What I have written, I have written! Finally a decision.
Seek and find We all need something. I need a new power cord. They need to read the Psalms. You need to shop shouting at
This is the second book in the duology, with IRS Agents and Crack Whores. Where the first goes after the Church for its sins, this
On this the last day of August, is my only post for August. It’s been busy. I don’t much like that word — busy, not