Here it comes again. A small mountain of water shatters against the tubular walls of this seemingly fragile structure. I can barely enjoy my cup of steaming tea in this mayhem as it spills all around the edges. I just know that this tumultuous night will be memorable. I anticipate the strife and the grief. But no matter, no matter, I better focus on the task at hand… I wipe my tea-moist hand on th...

October 13th, 2:48 am. At the top of the lighthouse, Lightkeeper Dom rests their foot on the bottom protective railing, leaning on their arms as they search through the mist. If anyone else was up at this ungodly hour on their boat, and could tolerate looking at the rotating light, they may see the intermittent silhouette of the lightkeeper looking out to the horizon. Looking for them.

When Dom t...

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...