Is our fate etched upon us from afar or are we floating in an endless unreasoning dance of chance? This poem invites you to dwell in rather than resolve this ancient question.

Take a trip to the seaside in this brief evocative vignette filled with sites and sounds to invite you into a world of fleeting moments.

A vivid portrait and reflection on a loved one’s passing, their steadfast support, tender moments, and wry wit as well as life’s brutal turns and often bitter end.

A meditation on creative hunger and the quiet tension between devotion and exhaustion, where time blurs and creation becomes both refuge and constraint.

Some memories refuse to leave, even when you burn, bury, or drown them. They linger in ash, sand, and salt—stubborn as ghosts.