Castle Hill Lighthouse by Mike DooleyThe Keeper of the Dark
I walked down to the pier tonight just to watch the last of the daylight slip away. It’s a strange habit, I know, but there is something about the transition from blue to black that makes the world feel honest again. I stood there until the…
The Weight of the Unseen
There is a particular kind of solitude that only exists in the middle of a crowd. I remember standing on a corner in a city that never stops talking, watching the tide of shoulders and briefcases pull people in every direction. We are all carrying…
The Geometry of Two
We spend so much of our lives searching for the face of things, believing that truth resides in the eyes or the curve of a smile. But there is a particular honesty in the back of a person, a vulnerability in the way two bodies lean into the…