Just Beyond AFORRESTSTARES BACKAT YOU THE VISITANTWAITING UPON IT'S THRESHOLD
Belovèd SolitudeCHAINED TO HER HEARTSHE OF TIN NARRATES THE SCENEFEAR NOT THE WILD WINDS WHICH HOWLFOLLOW INSTEAD THE SOUND OF SNOW FALLING
de·lir·i·ousCAUGHT IN A TWIRLING MOMENTWHILE THE MIND SWAYSBACK AND FORTHTHE BODY WADES INDO YOU DARETOUCH HER SHOULDER
Sounds·From An Empty Bottle·STRANDEDAND FULL OF EMPTINESSHE WAITS FOR AN OCEANTO HAPPEN BY
Simplicity & ComplicityJUDGE MENOT ON MY EYESJUDGE MEIF I FAIL TO WEEP
B E Y O N D · P L U M · C R E E K
Life's a trip without an itinerary.
Words and images of a SHākē persona, with the help of a gaggle of enigmatic creative peons.
'The Creek' is still being held by a gang of irrational fears, but negitions are moving forward. An anonymous source with connections to the story, is confident a release is imminent. In the mean time the Creek's captors have, as a sign of good faith, provided this partial homepage view. A snippet at best.
Unfettered we dissolve into evil plots against ourselves.
Hudson HowlPrincipal Enigma In Charge of Principles, Scruples & Fictitious Truth
Beyond Plum Creek's SHākē Laureate in Residence. Part muse. A dapper Gandhian-like Mad Hatter, who goes about life throwing paint into the air in hopes something just might stick. And, he wears a cool hat.
Ol' RavenCurmudgeon at Large
A one-eyed old crow that thinks he is an Eagle. And tells it like it is, with a somewhat polluted angry bird philosphy.
RuthieA Dirty Unkempt Fairy
An ugly star. To an adolescent breeze on a tear. Simply the compassionate vagabond. Content to curl up in decay and poverty. Home for her; where no one else dares. First to throw a lifeline. The first to bite if poked.