Thoughts are not velvet
08 April 2023 Thoughts are not velvet, insomnia is hell, colours corrupt into shadows of pigment placed on a canvas of sharp bristle and hair. Insomnia is a riot of…
Music, art, poetry - a random collection of creative urges by Beth Cee and illogical dust
08 April 2023 Thoughts are not velvet, insomnia is hell, colours corrupt into shadows of pigment placed on a canvas of sharp bristle and hair. Insomnia is a riot of…
2025 arrives with the stealthiness of a creaking door at midnight...
30 May 2008 If I had them I would bang together dustbin lids in frantic defiance of 1am and The silence that wraps itself like cling film around the night…
Being “techy” I love the possibilities of AI (artificial intelligence) in managing routine tasks. What troubles me is the notion that AI can be creative – and by that I…
Anybody who knows me realises my passion for Science Fiction. I use the term "science fiction" in a very loose way. I mean, books that offer a vision of alternative…
We spend so much time being overwhelmed by instant access news and media "content" that maybe we forget to document the uniqueness of our own lives.
Chapel Bridge. It faces East. I have sat there, watching The subtle Soul of ancient landscapes – history etched into the dirt we stand on. Spider-woven threads and echoes. Drifting…
Between ecstasy and hell I have found this flat place of mud grey horizons. Colourless plateau; A space in-between. A place neither here nor there, A flexible arrangement Of time…
Tonight, the wind is a criminal thing, elementally cruel, horribly insane it kicks and it slashes at fragile things, like a street thug at war with the world. But this…
time is on firea sudden reunion of past and present;an explosion of experience ripped ragged and rawthe present a blur of yesterdays expectationtime is a coconut falling fast from the…