I've written beforeabout the chatter that fills our headsall day long.Now here's the question:If you can hear the voice,who is doing the talking?Which one are youthe speaker,or the listener?

mellowing out I ease into the eveningholding tight to my soulwith blessings to my readersrelax exhale, breath inhalefeel the rhythm of the nightsurrender to its emotionkind is midnightthe world becomes silent for a momentholding its breaththen moves forward towards...

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The city awakens with a light that shouldn't exist.It's not dawn, it's not a reflection,it's a green-orange radiance that trickles down the facadesas if someone had opened a fissure in the sky. Paul walks down the streetwith the feeling that...