Deep drum beats and a bass line that Arouses my steps under dark clouds;I skip through puddles to a beat that isMagickal, that only the wailing of a guitar brings.The zealot in me raises her face to the wind,Ice blots the morning apples of her cheeksAnd freezes her to the bone; but there is a... Continue Reading →
I sleep to the digitally enhanced sound of thunderstorms. I love the strange comfort the rolling rumble brings, like a weighted blanket for an afternoon nap; but I haven't heard it in its natural state for years as its growl doesn't reach this far up north like it did in the sultry summers of my... Continue Reading →
Mysti Gayle 