What Crosses My Mind

  • Old Tapes

    We are reminded often we are fallible we are told a frequent reckoning, by the scant of an eye, the misread unspoken truth a quiet mood all display the heritage of our new understanding. Yet that scrutiny part of our lives, the moment we become real, those indecisive perils, the frightened impulsivity followed by a…

  • When I Drink

    When I drink faded images appear, silent, moving, attractive filtered visions. When I drink that settled need, gnawing reality quiet departs leaving little love. When I drink, you certainly cannot know me the way, I know I’m sick. When I drink, the fog I seek envelops my soul, blurs drawn energy settles incessant. When I…