What Crosses My Mind

  • In Dark Corners

    There are these manners, they exist, meant to offer some respite for our inability to communicate.   Perhaps if in that sheltered concrete, fabric, wall of deceit we might discover some reason to associate.   The honest gentleman in the corner, holds a smile as genuine as love, yet there is fear in the eyes…

  • We Hold the Match

    I feel responsible in the quiet dark corner of my life, I am the problem, I carry the matches to our powder keg we call America. When I read about the color of your skin, wonder about your safety, wish you wouldn’t all be lumped together, I seldom think about me, never had to, ever…