Better sung, better danced, better played.
Effortless and effortful: belonging.
A chattering of consciousness: Spanish, left; English, right.
Here; there; everywhere.
No – this is zappai!
Rolling traction tyres tread th’morning shade ‘n sun.
First. Last. Any.
Does it matter, though?
The orange-breasted kingfisher keeps the wall in feathers.
Th’only rule (really) is: it simply has to feel like one.
How do you spell music?
You’ve become settled, fully integrated in, the mem’ries of another.
“So it’s you, then!”
Extra time to sit ‘n write ‘n read.