Wings are popping up in interesting ways these past few weeks...

"...at last we saw some people huddled up against
the rain that was descending like railroad spikes and hammers
they were headed for the border—walking and then running
then they were gone into the fog but Anne said underneath their jackets she saw wings..." [listen]

Josh Ritter provided some totally transcendent moments at the Bowery Ballroom. If you can, go and see him.

I've been revisiting my favorite angels at Green-Wood.

Has anyone else spotted wings?