The airs about Cain still wavered some, and would have vexed an ordinary seeker. The four crones who abided there had never seen an intruder during their lifetimes, and, coming … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven (fin)
She ran once more to the bed chamber where her mother lay sleep talking. “I may be a fortnight” she said to Henna. “May you be blessed in what you … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven (7)
“Those at Cain have hexed me” said Merylyn to her child. They were in their bed chamber, and Elfeena was helping her mother with her dressing gown. “Mother, why do … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven (6)
I just found out that a poem of mine called “Pieces of you” will be published on the feature page of Spillwords.com on August 10. I thank their editors once … Continue Reading Featured poem
Merylyn and Elfeena became used to the customs and people of Gryndal, and helped as they could with the coven’s work. Some few of the women were slower to accept … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven (5)
Gran Gryndal was not to be denied at her coven. Nonetheless, she had gone ahead to prepare them for the shock of the peculiar visitors, and to caution them sternly … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven (4)
Gran of Gryndal Coven had been expecting them. In a carved-out clearing she had waited since mid morning. Peeping through fronds and foliage, one would have seen her resting on … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven (3)
As was said, those of Cain Coven differed greatly from common men and women. Now the girl Elfeena, born of a Coven witch, might have elicited fear or revulsion if seen … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven (2)
Down a choked and muddy stream, through dense thickets, warrens, and vine curtains, lay the charmed coven of Cain. None knew it, as it was bound with a spell of … Continue Reading The folding of Cain coven (1)
Lines of vines cling to string. A swooping tree dangles hard round fruit, so green. Rhubarb, tended, raises its flower flags. All this, in the brash and beautiful life of … Continue Reading And so. Just so.
A man walks to his usual crossroads, all right turns until he completes the simple square that brings him home. Tonight, he goes out late because of the hot sun, … Continue Reading Tonight, I tell you truly
I am in a band that plays the odd local date. Churches, bars, gatherings and the like. A couple of months ago, after we had finished our setting up to … Continue Reading A face, a fate
Hello all… I stopped again today at the mysterious Haraview Burgers on Highway 11 north, a restaurant that has stood empty for more than 40 years. As mentioned in previous … Continue Reading Haraview Burgers (July 3)