How I met Dionysos.

How I met Dionysos.
(Poem)
Apparently, I’m going to New Grange for Midwinter Solstice.
On Ferguson, gods, and the selfishness of “personal evolution.”
The three pieces I’ve written this week (well, one was re-written) all have a common theme…the dead. This month’s column… Read more The Dead Are Always With Us