A writer's kitchen, the kettle bottomless, the Buena Vista Social Club, cha cha cha, the keyboard, tap tap tap. A writing kitchen, with windows open to the world beyond; bees pass petals, buddleia butterflies loll long tongues, spiders spin between twigs, the lime tree lays down leaves with the graceful turn of a dancer's wrist. And with … Continue reading Thoughts and Leaves Falling →