Late at night I look to the stars searching for myself –

the ethereal being that exists beyond and within

this solitary body yearning to run with her as she

bounds fearlessly across shimmering galaxies as if

they were tepid rivers lapping at her bare feet

the sky’s red scintilla

breeds the last generation of sighs

my brown eyes literally

dripping light

Dear Reader,

With the new lunar year just around the corner, Expanded Field enters a new cycle of its own. New ideas and opportunities remind us of our fluctuating existence, and reveal the eternal paradox of the cosmos. We are in constant flux, forever in motion, but in this chaos we find stability.