it seems NiteKirk is a place I meet the muse - another poem emerged at the January NiteKirk on Friday. As I sat reflecting on this unfinished engraving of the visit of the Magi, it seemed that Christmas was not done with me just yet.
after ‘The Adoration of the Magi’, Hendrick Goltzius
onto the woman I throw
from the brothers I want
in the light I see