Salutations one and all! Take a gander, discover something new/old. You might just find something that pricks far more than your fancy–like hearing an ol’ school jam, recalling a scene from an inordinate flick, and or whispering the lines from a poem whose cadence burns somewhere in the netherlands of the subconscious. You don’t know why, it just IS. It swivels around the inestimable space between the first motive and the final cadence, spinning perfunctorily like a top set to motion Continue reading HOME…Mi Casa, Su Casa