Night Music . repetition, exploration melody familiar embellished anew . Pachelbel: Variations, Canon . .
Alone on my deck, surrounded by the quiet goings-on of my neighborhood, I revel in the erotic perceptions of sensory contrapositions. The sun massages its heat into my skin while… Read more »
I’ve often been known to say things like, “We need to get Wally a llama,” and “Wouldn’t it be nice to have a long-necked sheep?” I have even, on occasion,… Read more »
Lightning-illuminated snapshots thunder through my dreamscape, each zoom-lens freeze-frame pictorial saturated with sensory color: pregnant skies rumbling their imminent water break, city skyline reflecting the impending dark through high-rise glass… Read more »
I am enamored with my ties. They just speak to… Possibility. . Don’t you think?