pythia’s leaves

The field was green as EdenThen it withered into brownIn the middle of my grievingThey came and cut it downAnd I was sure that it was all my faultThe day they mowed the garden to the ground What was good, good, goodIs gone, gone, goneAnd there's a little boy who's lost out in the woodsAlways…

albums at last !!

Friends, it's been eight months and I don't know whether to apologize or just to shrug and say, "Well, you get what you signed up for" (which with me is always a grand delay followed by apologies aplenty). Y'know what, if I don't apologize, then you'll get what you didn't expect: a grand delay and…