Riding the Driver


As I was lingering on my cloudy patio this morning, draped in a white wool long sweater, enjoying this time off by myself and reading some well nourishing french litterature, I saw her coming out of the building. Front door open for a while, a city bus service waiting patiently, driver out to greet her…

Strong and Drippy


I should be studying this morning, but my head is full of words, bouncing away, ready to be inked down. The minute I listen to music, my mind starts flowing higher and pictures starts forming words.  I’ve discovered I can’t study with music, well I can but it will most certainly end up being more…