Dreaming in Delaware No Silver Bullets What’s the market now for silver bullets? With all the weaponry on American streets, from batons, tear gas, water bottles,…
Apple Pi Inn Holy Days at the Apple Pi Inn: A Stitch in Time June is unraveling as I look for the places in this old structure where repair is not an option…
Dreaming in Delaware Altaring the World: Bits and Pieces Sorting out stuff for a departure from this particular state (geography or mortality) is spiritually exhausting and a very…
Apple Pi Inn Holy Days in the Apple Pi Inn: Living in the Fires of Pentecost Pentecost Sunday but I’m in the Garden State, not Almost Heaven, and on a different pilgrimage than planned. The…
Dreaming in Delaware Altaring the World: In beauty it begins The order for closing the doors hadn’t come yet, but we were already sheltering in place as the cold winds…
Apple Pi Inn Holy Days in the Apple Pi Inn: Memorial Days Day is done. Gone the sun. All is well but I’ve missed hearing the ceremonial explosive sounds of rifles…
Dreaming in Delaware Prayer Book How does one pray during a pandemic? Are there performative forms of lament or grammars of grace that articulate sighs…
Dreaming in Delaware Post Office “You’ve got mail” once meant: letters, packages, postcards, bills, newspapers, magazines, and of course, junk stuff, delivered by an…
Apple Pi Inn Holy Days in the Apple Pi Inn: Mothers’ Day In my Mothers’ house are many rooms, and each is many stories high. In 1875 Mary Jane Bee, a widow…
Theo-Poetics: prayers and poems Northern Prayers They warned it would be a long process; they were right. Getting permission to get into prison takes time.…
