A selection of laissez-faire postparnassian poetry crafted at the crack of dawn. Inspiration comes from online dictionaries' freshly harvested words-of-the-day. A poem might in turn tickle the fancy of the painterly muse; often it merely laughs at its own expense. Covid-19 continued its rampage through May 2020. The simple exercise of incorporating prompts into pomodoro poems is a remarkable stress reliever, a small moment of control over the variables and chaos of the world.

I scribble , dribble and doodle.

I sculpt in clay for bronzing; paint anything under the sun; write children's stories and illustrate them. I read a lot.

When I'm not in the studio covered in paint; working on a new picture story; doodling cartoons, or reading; I reluctantly go to the gym. (In the basement, now!) Or travel to far-off places. (BC)

I once lived in a rainforest.

Once upon a time I worked as an engineer on secret projects. And also underground in a gold mine.

I have a lot of Neanderthal DNA. Relatively speaking.

I can wiggle my ears.

I have two cats.