How I met Dionysos.
Tag: Dionysos
Fire in Winter
(Poem)
Do Not Look There, Unless You’d Leave
Apparently, I’m going to New Grange for Midwinter Solstice.
Gods Mean Something. You Can Too.
On Ferguson, gods, and the selfishness of “personal evolution.”
The Dead Are Always With Us
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
