the rooted words. Knead! Knead!

The dark encroaches earlier and the temperatures drop. September heralds autumnal change. This time last year I was already battening down by spending more evenings in with the creaking heating, baking and feeling the quiet life.

In Performance

as the Gothic Mermaid in Act II I siren from a fathomless sea The kelp forest undulates to pulse.   in Act II I am a Gothic Mermaid my sequined scales swish side-to-side I am suspended by a cable. — J. W. Waterhouse (1849 – 1917) submitted “A Mermaid” to the Royal Academy as his