I never could have thought my keyboard transforms so naturally into a grand piano every time I write. The prelude, the exposition, the recapitulation: it's my mind that creates; the fingers execute.


Poles, Cables, Pandemic & Prussian Blue/23rd May 2020

the brexit diaries/31st January 2020

St Ives/ undated

30th March 2018/ Of Nodes and Internodes

15th February 2018/ Words get in the way