For a restless soul, the night is an endless possibility. A stage upon which experience and imagination collide. How different would be the day if just one thing only changed? If everything changed but only just? Countless are the variations that one might imagine. These poems welcome what arrives when rest is unwelcome and restlessness embraced; when one learns, perhaps, to stand on stage between the infinite collisions, letting each one try itself out.
imagine looking back each moment passed as one tear marking one current through an ocean of vast possibility a whole
when we walk we think to walk away from it all it is then of course we come across a path