Mountains Go Naked
As the leaves completed their fall, this poem popped up — theological and ecological. Let me know what you hear. Mountains go naked in winter, wearing no leaves to hide their scars,… [the rest is deleted, since this is under submission to a poetry journal.]
Bluegrass at the Boston Roundtable
Last week I spent some time in the Boston area, where I helped lead Tom Porter’s seminar on Restorative Justice at Boston University School of Theology before moving on to Andover Newton Theological School, where I had a series of events introducing people to Red Clay, Blood River. Prof. Mark Burrows coordinated the events and [...]

Red Clay, Blood River