Coyote and I are working on the next book, well one of us is working… We are confident it will be done long before George R R Martin finishes the Game of Thrones books. Here is a sample of Going Along… Conversations with Coyote.



Coyote in Winter

It was the winter of 1983 up in Sherman Township. We celebrated any day the temperature staggered over zero, twenty degrees was balmy. Bourbon in your coffee was a sensible precaution, and the Muscovy duck spent her time sitting in the sun on the threshold of the front door. Her deposits made for a swift slide to an uncertain landing. On such cold nights, you might think my friend Coyote would have been a welcome companion, curled around my feet as we sit before the fire. You would be wrong. He sent me one postcard… from Bermuda. I burned it in the wood stove.


Reflections on Divinity – considering the long range short falls of polytheism, monotheism, and any old theism.

Coyote is a lot
like God.
He answers
to many names,
but you may not like
the answer.



“I should learn to love starlings,” I say to Coyote one morning, as I look ruefully at one emptying the bird feeder.  I open the window and go for more birdseed. Returning I fill the feeder and close the window. Coyote is sitting on the couch reading Ulysses, he is a great fan of James Joyce.  “I’m making some tea, do you want a cup?”   “No,” he says, looking up from his book, “I’m good.”  I spot an iridescent feather on his chin. “Is that a starling feather?” I ask. “It is,” he says wiping it away. “Oh, Coyote” I say.  “Circle of life,” he replies with a shrug, and returns to his book.