Luisa A. Igloria posted: " Today we take down the gilded baubles strung over the porch, but keep the tree up for one more night. It's past the Feast of the Epiphany, but there's always a pilgrimage being made somewhere. Where do you find the bell's missing " Via Negativa Prisms Luisa A. Igloria Jan 11 Today we take down the gilded baubles strung over the porch, but keep the tree up for one more night. It's past the Feast of the Epiphany, but there's always a pilgrimage being made somewhere. Where do you find the bell's missing tongue, its brass compass; the bird that a high wind swung out of a tree? I've always loved looking at stained glass windows, but then we stopped going to church in the time of the plague. How light sought the brilliance of other colors in order to tell a fuller story: the blue-edged hem of the woman's skirt, the bud of the child's mouth near her breast. Flash of an ankle, foot crushing without hesitation the serpent's blue-green head, its body a rope of silk unwinding. Comment Manage your email settings or unsubscribe.

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