touches of sense...

leaving crumbs on sheets. can't brush them off lightly. so leaving crumbs on sheets typing insomnia. leaving coins...

I had spent a little less than a month working on portraits, drawn or painted from photos, and then, unannounced, this face emerged. He ...

Preamble. I hadn't blogged twice in a day for months. Then Maha made a comment on Twitter. It was a response and a appreciative com...

I had no words, I could not speak. "If you don't know what to play, play nothing." Miles Davis I glanced darkly at s...