Which doors that others have passed through have you closed off for yourself?As I ask, I wonder; is this question for me, or you, or
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Thirty-Five – Sometimes the Heart Soars
Sometimes the heart soars, and there is not a bird to rival it.Up, up, up it goesTo nothingnessAnd everything.And isn’t it light of feeling,With no
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Thirty-Four – Safety
The insect desiring safetyFinds a rock.And when I lift it,They scatterTo another. Is it that they have seen too much?Or not enough? By Emma Hynes
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Thirty-Three – Time
In the Town of the KnightI walkWithout swordOr ceremonyOr aught for which to fightBut time –My timeAnd worthMy protection. By Emma Hynes This image and
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Thirty-Two – Lunar Phase
There was a timeWhen, alone with the night sky,You felt the limitlessness of the infinite;The acute silence –The weightlessness –Afforded by space.You faced the moonAnd
There Are No Fixed Stars – Day Thirty-One – Pathways
There are cars moving on myriad motorways across Europe as I write;I can see them as if from a plane.I imagine the motion, for those
Emma Hynes 