Debra Rienstra


John 12:1-11 Solemn, weightless, she appears in the slender doorway of his time. Heavy-sweet perfume rises, mingles with murmurous voices bruising the air, stinging her bare, bending nape; hair falls unveiled on urgent fingers. She weeps for the brother, living; for the master, dead; Time, a slivered moon, turns toward the dark. Broken pieces of […]