September 2020

Head tilted (or is it the earth?) you and I slip into the mercurial creep. Lurking in the shadows of perception, you and I connect or dissect – test the tides of fate or the fate of tides. Plucked unpolished out of context and left to mingle, you and I will tangle or beckon – reinvent anew. Askew? I know I do – or will. And you? Read More »