The Stones of Ballast
A brief reflection on loosening the ballast of fixed views.
Small fragments, originally written with pencil in a small notebook — these are simply brief encounters with flashes of thought or inspiration, moments of noticing, or the ponderings of that day.
Some are clear. Some are rough. None are meant to explain too much. They simply gesture toward experiences that are often easier to sense than to name.
(The dates shown are arrival dates — when each poem finally made its way from the notebooks to this website. The writing itself spans many years.)
A brief reflection on loosening the ballast of fixed views.
A short exploration of language, experience, and the space between definitions.
A reflection on fragility, identity, and what remains when stories burst.