Tonight The Wind
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…
Music, art, poetry - a random collection of creative urges by Beth Cee and illogical dust
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…
So here we go again, rebuilding the site, re-inventing the wheel. A cycle of rebirth. Perhaps I sense an early spring; or the previous site got too bogged down in…