Of one thing we can be certain – there is always a horizon;That place intangibleWhere the sun disappearsAnd rises;Where we too can disappearAnd rise to
Category: Personal Accounts
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Twenty-Three – All That Is Lost
This is the tree that spoke for itself. For which no words of mine were forthcoming when I photographed it five days ago, and came
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Fourteen – Exposure
The taking and subsequent selection of a photograph to inspire a written piece, involves a visceral reaction to the image in question. The arising text
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Nine – Rebirth
When a child is born,It is cocooned.Safety motivates,Security binds,And love is all.To commemorate that dateIn a time of restrictionIs to be returnedTo that infinitesmal state;Hope
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Eight – Formations
What do you see, in the forest in the sand?This is what I have found –There is no wrong way in.There are myriad paths.It is
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Seven – The Lighthouse
There is a quiet dignity about the lighthouse at dawn.Nothing of its patient humility in this time speaks of sea darkness endured,Of its incessant vigilance
