I find myself moving my fingers along the PC keyboard the same way I would dance them around my now dead Kawai. Not the same thing. Advertisements
Isidora is starting to think that post titles in the third person make her feel like a character (which she is) in a children’s book (where she isn’t).
As I write this, Facebook has been down for about an hour and everyone is going insane (on Twitter). A couple of days ago, Twitter got hacked and the online edition of BBC News published a story on it in what felt like 10 minutes later. While I predict that, at this rate, the internet itself will be down in […]
At the time I was hungry for Paris and its bohemian sounds: I wanted accordions and violins and cabaret pianos in a 3/4 beat & Sarah Slean lead me to him. Everything I read spoke of this extravagant, flamboyant artist, but I came to see something very different. Yes, he’s astoundingly prolific and, yes, he’s a stage animal. But Hawksley […]
Black sunflowers are but red. I am not darkness a Lilith moon calling out beasts and demons to roam the woods and minds of dreamers who step down the steps to the cave where they store what they hide. I am a different cave: where every creature goes to digest what it feels that harbors the hermit who knows he […]