8 – One Last Accounting
Here, at the end of Sam Wittgenstein’s life Surrounded by grandchildren, children and wife He comforts his family, then…
7 – The Crowned Toad
The old toad had stolen the crown again. He sat on a rock by the moat-fed pond and called…
6 – The Lantern Fruit
We grow the lantern fruit in warm soil Warm with sunlit days and life given Whispering in anticipation Start…
5 – Mason’s boy
Don’t you dare say it, boy! Don’t. You. Dare. [I already did.] It’s about the Mason’s art and nothing…
4 – Winter Drum
My hands grow cold and my fingers numb
Beating on the winter drum
Waiting for the wind to come
and sweep away the light…
3 – Siren Sisters
Do not sing,
my sister tells me
Do not sing
for they will hear you
and wreck themselves on the shore
2 – Golems on the Shore
“Beg fockers, they were. Beg as a huys!” The rugged sailor shook his tankard for emphasis, spilling more than…
1 – The Stone Circle
‘One’, Katie counted as she went around the stone circle. ‘Two… Threeee.’ She had given each of the stones a number, and as she passed them…