His Book Shelves I climb the stairstip toe down the passageinto the silence of my father’s music room.The black upright Bechsteinstands rigid and dumbas my eyes scan the titles,so many,but one reaches outand catches my eye.How strange, alien,not of this world,written by a god, no less.Kon-Tiki.   Artwork & poem by Ashley    March … Continue reading Occasional Furniture (1)