Sometimes my stones keep me up at nightThey shower me in a silvery blue glowLike the light from the soft sliver new moonSubtle, but still thereAnd I awake in the morning wondering where I’ve been. On the road a few days agoI planted a seed of things to doPeople to seePlaces to goAnd dismissed them… Continue reading Roads Traveled
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Yellow
Barely awake but the words are still ripe in my mind'Write about yellow.' Yellow?Why yellow?Silence. Okay…And after rolling to the right side, to break my sleepy cycle, with weird dream directions fresh in my mind… ironic that the yellowy solar plexus is bothering me from conscious minute one.A weird pressing pain that takes me several… Continue reading Yellow
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