No wonder they set out to find the Savior of the world. They’d seen him in action.
Author: joanspilman
Former teacher, writer of Appalachian Literature, short stories, and fantasy. Current publication, "This Will Never Stop" see Kirkus Reviews, Vol. LXXXXVII, NO. 22 Nov. 15, 2019. Also featured on booktrib, and Booklife. Has published a YA entitled "Sansablatt Head", and books for children under the general title of "The Waddling Dead". Received MFA from Wichita State University where she received the fellowship. Published in Southern Humanities Review, Short Story International, Carriage House Review,Willow Springs, Laurel Review and other literary magazines. Winner of George Garrett Prize for Best Prose, W.WashingtonU. Winner of Microkosmos Fiction Award, WSU. Winner of John Maier Award at Marshall University.
MANGER SCENE
. . . the staunch shiny star that refuses to fall from its perch.
Leaving Home by Richard Spilman
I was eight and followed wherever light commanded . . .
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.