The chimney stackWith clouds for smoke,And sun for fire,Has much to give;Imagine this sceneWithout it. By Emma Hynes This image and story are part of a
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Twenty-Nine – Perception
What do you see when you encounter this image?Is there anything in it, or about it, that inspires action in you?If so, what?If not, what
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Twenty-Eight – Threshold
Imagine arriving at a gate to neither pass through it, or leave. To find yourself at its threshold, and remain. To feel that you cannot
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Twenty-Seven – Lifelines
There are lifelines to be foundIn the curve of an ebbing tide –In the field that undulates –At the newly drawn boundary;The reclamationOf a lost
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Twenty-Six – Intertidal
In the intertidal space,Nothing is as sureAs change;Nothing as certainAs tumult –Yet,There are those who reside there;In pools left behindBy the tide,Or in the depthsWhen
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Twenty-Five – Horizon
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
