Alistair (Ali)

I write because I cannot paint.
I enjoy the flavor of words, their subtle tastes and textures.
I savor their spice and their sea salt.
They are washed in on tides of thought, and i comb the strand line to gather, to sculpt and arrange.
It means nothing and everything.
I write mainly of nature and the human condition and though my vision maybe limited, I would hope that someone , somewhere may nod in understanding of that which I try to convey.


" If we move in circles, we run from the things that we chase...therefore, be still"

May good things happen to you All.