I bring the light. From my tower by the seaside, my job is to shine a light for weary travellers, so that they may find their home. Although the waters may be rough and the winds unkind, our family lighthouse guides sailors into the warmth of their loved one’s kitchens, their bellies already grumbling at the thought of the soothing soup awaiting them. They’ve been dreaming of the smell of their wi...

Today when John woke up, he had a feeling of dread. His father was still along him to take care of the house but this was the first time he was alone in it.

All he had to do was make sure the light was on till morning then switch it off. That and answer the door.

“Let’s do this”

John said as he climbed the latter to the top. When he climbed up he saw nice, slow, calming waves below. He saw a fe...

Lighthouse. Not your typical light house.

A house with lights. Not electricity or bulbs.

The people- bright and happy. Love personified.

And like a lighthouse they guide

They illuminate, they lead

Bringing to light what you need

But like lights they burn out

Batteries need replacing, recharging, relighting

Re-loving, reliving, relearning

Restarting.

Turn the page. Turn off the switch.

A light ...

The wind was harsh and cold. Blowing the girls hair into her face, refusing to let up. She walked on the wet sand towards the lighthouse. Her raft was abandoned by the shore. Her dress was soaking wet a mixture of the catastrophic wreck and stubborn rain. The ship she had been on sank into the endless ocean, forever gone along with everyone else on the ship. She had managed to get on the raft just...

I know I am the last one. It is important to say that out loud. I kept the lights because it is written on my bones, but I know more about time than most, and mine has run out.

The last day of the last light rises in a thick bank of clouds. They threaten rain but never deliver. The men fishing in the coves are going to have to pull in early tonight. That is how I prefer it. I never know what t...

So I am this lighthouse

This outpost

This saint of loneliness and light.

So I am this statue of solidarity

Sunk up to my knees in frigid waves

Standing in the steely sea.

So you say.

I am not

Self isolating

I am safely growing in the shade

Under the blanket of an overcast sky.

I am not

Worse off

Without your skyscraper frame sitting

Heavy on the beach beside me.

What you don’t see

How ...

Abraham ran a pair of weather-worn fingers through his under-lip bristles, his ‘tickler’ as he late wife Ophelia had called it, eyes front facing. The seas were wicked. Tense and brimming with restless vigor. It would storm this day, he knew that for a god-given fact.

The railing, long since needing proper maintenance, the sort he alone could not provide from the confines of this island, whined ...

Walking along the beach late at night, he held her close as the wind whistled through. He kissed her cheek and brushed back her hair and told her had a little surprise inside the car. Terry lit up a smile with a spark in her eyes just as a sound pierced through the night.

Her and Jay both turned to look out towards the water. Out in the distance they saw a lighthouse. The light was spinnin...

"You're saying it took place here?" inquires your partner, tracing the blood on the floor with utmost precision. They have done this many times.

"Yes," you reply. Doubt creeps in your chest and threatens to swallow you. You feel the need to remove the blame from yourself if you are wrong, to give yourself an escape route and affirmations to yourself. You feel crazy. "At least, that's what I thin...

Blinding light pierced through the night. Through rumbling clouds it shone.

It came upon a man in white

Amidst the waves alone.

The Keeper gazed with terror

As the current pulled him out,

Further from the sandy shore,

To sharpened rocks about.

Nothing could be done, he knew,

But watch the doomed dead.

He chose to leave the cruel view

And go inside to bed.

But in his mind the visage came

Of one...