Anais Nin once contended that each of us has a demon. My response was – and remains – Just one?
Each demon, we should note, is different.
Our struggle is what thickens the plot – or dulls it. It can draw us together in intimacy – or drive us apart.
The eleven prose-poems of Harbor of Grace reflect that energy.
They tell of intense friendship propelled by a shared faith that flames and then explodes. Of the Old Ways bordering Amish and other Plain peoples in addition to urban conflict over the horizon. Of commitment and human shortfalls, too.
Harbor of Grace is the translated name of the town at the mouth of the Susquehanna River where the dedicatee of this collection was born.
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