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?

We met serendipitously,not because the universe announced itself,but because a concrete planterheld just enough spacefor two people not lookingto notice each other anyway. A week too heavy.A night already thinning.Then your voice, unarmed.Mine answering before I knew why. Chance opened the...

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...

here I amagainliftin the lidto see if anythinfermentedor if mold had eaten its way toward the middle leanin over and breathin it intil the rotcoats the back of my throatand I’m coughin upthe phlegm of itspittin it into my palmwatchin...