Ritual



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 14, 2021

The Last Ritual

Sunset: 6:16pm. Moon: Waxing gibbous. The first rituals began to make sure the sun would rise each morning, and I often wonder what the last ritual might be.

June 3, 2020

Alert

The silence was stunning. It had presence and weight that nearly muted the birds and the steady beat of three choppers in the sky.

March 6, 2020

Fortune

Once again, the question that haunts me when I approach any kind of altar: Am I allowed to pray before you if I don’t understand you?