Dance, dance to a fiddle or a flute, we dance on the world with a hob-nailed boot.
Category: form
Extinction – the Facts
This juggernaut won't stop...
At the Edge
Nature abhors a fence! Who's claiming a piece of our earth?
Behemoth Flame Disaster
L'Amour Fou! Louis Quatorze courts a Visigoth... CLICK ON THE PIC
All I Ever Wanted
What counts: friendship CLICK ON THE PIC
I Cannot Breathe Freely
we all live in a greenhouse, riding chariots of oil to kingdom come. CLICK ON THE PIC!
No Man Is
Covid lockdown: a real desert island Even people-watching is to relish
Tankas on snippets overheard
Tanka is a haiku + two 7-syllable lines. I speak the unspoken behind overheard snippets.