Tim BeckerHis BluesHe Was Real. “He stood with his eyes turned upwards… Staring at the sky of everything, but he was alive For once his blues overshadowed the…Jul 18, 2021Jul 18, 2021
Tim BeckerThe WindThe world moves around her like the wind. She doesn’t have anything to say. She moves like art. She is lost in her way. I’m stuck in her…Jun 18, 2021Jun 18, 2021
Tim BeckerThe BeachheadLuminous winds break off the beachhead, whispering the remains of the stories lost to the sea.Jun 18, 2021Jun 18, 2021
