Psychic Geography

(and Elvis) 1. An easy seven minute walk takes me to the great silver maple which comes back to life as the winter solstice looms. By the time of this…

 I heard about the Grotto from a dead girl. Or, I should say, she was dead by the time I made my way into the saint-haunted depths.  Her name was…

My cemetery is only five minutes by foot from my house. I’ve been going for walks here, a few times a week, for thirty-five years. I don’t call it mine…

Here, the gods want a mighty groove, wild flight through the landscape, and a plentiful supply of Juju Junkfood. Scripture and sacrifice can be great, but they’re optional. Vestments and…

I went to the Platt Street Bridge today and looked across the Genesee gorge at the spot where Sam Patch plummeted nearly a hundred feet to his death. By my…