
Painting by Allan Harbour, oils.
“Snow Moon” by Allan Harbour.
No wonder they set out to find the Savior of the world. They’d seen him in action.
. . . the staunch shiny star that refuses to fall from its perch.
I was eight and followed wherever light commanded . . .
Grace . . . kept by itself in the drawer of a bedside table. . .
Here there is flesh to spare, but never enough blood.
Insects have no sense of tragedy.