Cascade Press

Very happy to announce that the first-ever Ukrainian edition of GOODNIGHT MOON is available through Amazon Prime!

https://www.amazon.com/Goodnight-Moon-Ukrainian-translation-delightful/dp/1648720293/

Goodnight Moon - На добраніч, місяцю - Ukrainian translation - A delightful bedtime story for kids in Ukrainian! (Ukrainian Edition) Goodnight Moon - На добраніч, місяцю - Ukrainian translation - A delightful bedtime story for kids in Ukrainian! (Ukrainian Edition)

The Underworld is doomed...

Humanity has turned its back on the gold idols that had for years tempted man to steal, cheat, lie, and kill. Without these golden deities, the demons that had once fed off the destruction and bloodshed brought on by war and violence will be left powerless.

A throng of monsters have now amassed before Lord Beheghzeboogh’s castle, demanding a solution to the crisis. Having no answer himself, the demon King calls upon his subjects to come up with a viable path forward. Will these demons be able to save the Underworld from sure calamity, or will they all perish?

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/cascade-press/circular-gods?ref=9q8apv

Introducing THE RUNAWAY BUNNY in its first ever Armenian translation!

Help us launch this book and donate at least 500 copies this Christmas season.

LEARN MORE: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/cascade-press/the-runaway-bunny-an-armenian-childrens-book?ref=blnr1a

A poem for the 4th of JULY:

From A PLACE IN TIME by David Kherdian

THE UNIFORM

In the closet of the master bedroom,
neatly stored in the trunk
was the uniform my father wore
when he was a soldier
in the U. S. Army
during the First World War.

Every time mother opened
the trunk, I would stare at
its woolly hairiness, and the
strange brown coloring,
a brown that I thought of as unique
to the uniform
and of course it was,
being a color that only
the Army wore.

It was an object to take pride in
because of what it stood for,
the life my father lived
before I was born,
that was outside my imagination
but very much inside my curiosity
and wonder.

It lay there like a dead relative
that one could visit
provided one did not speak
but only cough back at the moth balls;
nor were there answers
to the questions I didn’t know to ask
as a youngster then.

Did all that end after the parade?
It must have because the experience
of that uniform would have been different
after that, and if it had been different,
I would have remembered it as such,
instead of this frozen memory I have
of that uniform locked away with memories
it was unwilling to share, as if there was
nothing more that it was able to say
to the rest of us.

That is, until my father put that uniform back on,
even though I was unaware at first that he had,
for there I was in the street holding my mothers’ hand,
there on the corner of State Street and Douglas Avenue,
watching the parade on the 4th of July.

Did I know my father would come
marching by, or was I caught completely
by surprise? I know that I was startled by the
recognition of him, there among the lines of soldiers
marching in their uniforms, and keeping
to the manly beat of the drums,
flags and banners flying over their heads.

I let go of Mother’s hand and ran to join him,
marching with him all the way to Lake Michigan,
and then, holding his hand in awe and love,
we walked back in silence
through the empty streets of our town.

https://www.amazon.com/Place-Time-David-Kherdian/dp/1948730359/

Introducing MY BIRTHMARK:

A poetic, magical, and joyous story about accepting life's gifts--no matter what form they may take...

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/cascade-press/my-birthmark?ref=cczgk9

My Birthmark A poetic, magical, and joyous story about accepting life's gifts--no matter what form they may take...