I was eight and followed wherever light commanded . . .
Month: April 2022
A “ROSE FOR JOAN” by Allan Harbour
Faith by Richard Spilman
Grace . . . kept by itself in the drawer of a bedside table. . .
Communion by Richard Spilman
Here there is flesh to spare, but never enough blood.
June Bugs by Richard Spilman
Insects have no sense of tragedy.
Hint of Spring by Allan Harbour
Hint of Spring by Allan Harbour
The Field by Richard Spilman
There are evenings when God walks in this field — yes, this one
Age of Loss by Richard Spilman
The web pulses in the breeze — huge, white, glittering with dew.
Joan Spilman 