Chuck Perrin

Mother Nature can take your breath away, resplendently stunning in her intricate symmetry and beauty. Ah, but she is a compulsive bitch, always shaping – floods, tornadoes, quakes, hurricanes. Make it brittle dry, then drench and saturate so the land splits and shifts, while her winds wild in flights of merciless rampage. She will not… [ read more ]

I am alive. I am screaming in streets of sound, balling my fists, pumping my arms – pushing shoving agitating – participating. Stirring it up, I am a spoon scraping the sides, rasping relentless, testing limits, pounding on walls until they rumble and shake. I will not stop. I did not ask for it, but… [ read more ]