In shrinking tidal pools, you fished for hermit crabs and chased the spark-light ruins of sea glass. They were like splinters of sky—the shapes were—each holding a memory of past lives. At home, you and mother filled pint-jars with the pieces you collected and set them against the windows in each room. Sunlight sifting through them at odd angles throwing colors against the walls made them live again and let you live also in their stories. —codex, featured in Hawk & Handsaw, vol. 9, November 2017