Mirror Dance

  The Kite By John W. Sexton (for one player) You must have no kite. An empty upstairs room says, enter . The window says, open , says, open...

The Storeroom of Grief by John W. Sexton A year and a day after the death of his wife and child he decided to place his heart in the cent...

The Last Garden by John W. Sexton In the cottage lane there are nine front gardens; all of which you’ll have to pass if you wish to visit...

The Constant Stranger by John W. Sexton My face is the lake in which I drowned. The moon’s reflection is the clasp of my cloak. ...

Lady of Lullaby by John W. Sexton Daylight bleeds in the meadow Our eyes are heavy with sleep The moon falls from its socket And nothin...

The Mouse By John W. Sexton While the saint was asleep a devil crawled out from the dying coals of the fire. He scraped his feet clean o...

The Allotment above the City by John W. Sexton An aged mother walks the path to the allotment. She carries her autistic son with her, sew...

  Aisling and the Whalecat by John W. Sexton Once, once, long ago, forty miles beyond the Great Skellig, was an island called the Skellig-...

Your Next Journey of Eight Stops by John W. Sexton Herttoniemi: Leave the train momentarily. From the red dispensing machine select...

Entered in the Ledger of Night by John W. Sexton That night, sleepless, she stood at her window and counted the stars. She coun...

Princess of the Hedgerow by John W. Sexton An owl a-freckle aflutter a blackbird in each eye a brandling worm a bracelet worn a bee...