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
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Two – Suspension
When a leaf falls from a tree in autumn, its work is not done. Though no longer living, it still has much to do. Among
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day One – A Creative Response To Now
As I write, Ireland has today commenced a six-week period of restrictions under the Plan for Living with COVID-19. The assigned Level is 5 –
Emma Hynes 