Speaking Myself Naked

It’s no longer just about the writing.

The alter at the Shrine of Holy Wisdom

I pulled up at 6:20 pm last night to a location that was unremarkable in comparison to its name: “The Shrine of Holy Wisdom”. Without the sign on the door, it was simply two curtained, storefront windows in a strip mall behind another strip mall — a real “commercial property nesting doll” situation.

It was the kind of place you…