"A miracle... A miracle!" The holy men watched a crack like golden retrievers reverent pointing A crack in the laws of biology twisting the curvature of the earth into a spinning vortex cavernous dizzying like a dead fish. A tiny red squirrel had become pregnant and she was still a virgin. They flipped completely over the possible divine, oohing-and-aahing, hugging and congratulating. Clouds of sacred steam were rising. Hot perfumed towels were watching. Holy men were talking to the animal, "Your bath is ready." The swollen squirrel, bristling wild dirtier than the average thought to herself, "Don't mind if I do." the buzzing of insects hounded a thousand crows.
oil/collage/mixed on paper, 20" x 28"back
JAMES W JOHNSON