A day too fine for words

Trump such sultry sunshine with a screen? That will not stem creation. The words set out for basting in the warmth; crossed the bridge at Embankment station. The Thames and sequins on its skirt, scintilled in summer brio. The words, now on the move, snacked on radishes a frio. — Thursday, 3rd July was such

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