dark tan… jumping a branch that shouldn’t’ve been down here… tapping fingers, fingers tap dancing upon smooth ceder wood surfaces,… Read more Live wood. Dead wood. Undead wood.
It has been some time now… last time I saw you naked in the forest, you were ready to fall,… Read more Your Eyes Were Wild
Pebbles in a brook A brook in a forest A forest in a book The book begins to breathe Waking… Read more The Forest in a Book
Does the reader happen to know what it means to be in the midst of a space constructed by sounds?… Read more ORGANIC SOUNDSCAPE