The Walk

Grey light flowing from the glimmer of an alien moon. I walk in the darkness under trees which sing when the wind blows. One foot in front of the other I become something the past would not blink to see. Waves of life pass over my face as the strings of fate softly sound in the distance.

by Mikial Kenneth Millard

copyright May2017

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AEABIA RADIO EPISODE 3 With A Segment From Author Margaret Benison

AUDIO ONLY 

Hello Everyone, this is show 3 of the AEABIA MUSIC & TALK SHOW which is different than the POETRY PODCAST in which the next episode will be released in a few weeks time. This show is more motivational, fun & I play fresh new music from a diverse array of artists.

This show we have a very special segment from Author Margaret Benison (Margaretbenison.com) on five reasons why your story may have been rejected. Please click the link to listen to the audio.

If you would like to share your poetry, wisdom or experience as a writer on our show via a prerecorded audio file please send us a message of interest through our contact page. 

Thank you Greatly
Mikial Kenneth Millard