Multifarious Pilgrimage
I shall chronicle the fragments of that which is, was, and shall be perhaps, here, in this space, for they …
I shall chronicle the fragments of that which is, was, and shall be perhaps, here, in this space, for they …
The rose coloured light reflects and refracts off the thin lenses of your glasses, giving the impression of sightlessness. No …
I became so this time as two. Esme-cloud and Cloud-esme. Previously I have always been a solitary happening (of stance). …
Happenstance. The cloud’s favourite collection of letters. Today the cloud wrote ‘Happenstance’ across the sky over the moors. I wonder …
The surface sparkles. A Heron stands statue still. Untold depths lie below.
Beginning. The point of origin. Atoms swirl and curl, tenderly embrace. The universe scatters it’s wares and through the passage …