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
Category: Writing
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
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Six – Nature’s Book
There is a point at which the tree or shrub decides to split – when it feels it has grown enough to support itself in
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Five – Beneath the Viaduct
Today, I thought of Vienna.Remembered myself, moving through the Albertina,Between the ribcage frames.Considered the concept of having one’s finger on the pulse.How that is not
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Four – The Writer at Dawn
The writer at dawn knows that there is something to be saidFor seeingWhen the time is right.She takes her cue from the pink preludeTo the
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Three – From the Perspective of the Dahlia
How must it feel to remain blooming, when all around you, decay has begun? When autumn’s fire is on the wane, And daylight lost. As
Emma Hynes 