November 29, 2022

November 29, 2022

Las Vegas. Sunny skies with highs near sixty and lows near freezing. After corresponding with real estate companies, most of which turned out to be automated systems, C. and I spent the day touring homes for rent. Most tours are self-guided now, with robots texting lockbox codes.  Vegas architecture hides from the sun. Blank walls […]

November 16, 2022

November 16, 2022

It’s nice to have a new place on the map to romanticize. And William Gibson has nothing on the Catholics.

November 14, 2022

November 14, 2022

Maybe one day we’ll reach a point when all possible frequencies have been recorded, every combination of words written.

November 12, 2022

November 12, 2022

For weeks I’ve been grinding through histories of medieval Europe in search of a point of inspiration.

March 7, 2022


Yesterday I saw the birthplace of William Blake, now a strip of concrete between an Indian restaurant and an expensive handbag store.

January 7, 2022


Ohio. Sunset at 5:23pm with temperatures deep below freezing. At a meeting in a church basement, I encountered a fine collision of the sacred and profane.

December 25, 2021

Midnight Mass

A warm and rainy Christmas in Ohio. Last night we scattered into the dark, where the streets were empty except for drunks and insomniacs, the penitent and devout.

October 23, 2021

Desert Cadence

Twentynine Palms. Sunset: 6:00pm. I heard about a woman who can tell you the future by deciphering the contrails of experimental military aircraft.

October 12, 2021

Future Church

Sunset: 6:20pm. A late spring day in October with a high of 72 degrees. More and more, I admire the imagery of Catholicism as a vocabulary of mourning.

February 1, 2020


No wonder so many religions began in the desert. The raptures and visions of the ancients were the most rational response to so much sky.