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
Impression