What Crosses My Mind

  • Certain Days of the Year

    I’ll wake up tomorrow morning and thirty two years will have gone by in a flash. I’ll try to remember different events that occurred on this day and they will be one distant fog. Oh, there will be the dinners, maybe a movie, occasionally a live show, maybe a concert wrapped around the date of…

  • Good Night Wordsmith

    The clock seeks the hour to change the day, yet left here alone in the repose of hours gone by, remind me of this time again, this (winter) of discontent, that somewhere in our universe there were the start, the repeat, the accentuation, of words, that wordsmith, the Bard might celebrate with a pint, unknowing…