What Crosses My Mind

  • Circus Clowns

    When I was a kid, the circus came to town, I remember not liking the stench, being afraid of the clown. I think there’s any sort of trepidation, when we see a showcase that hides the truth. I grew up to recognize a lot of the wise sort of character playing clowns we see, tend…

  • `The Decay of a Day

    In a methodical mess of time, our world has been defined, by hypocrisy, or idiocy, or lunacy, or whichever descriptive horror, travesty, diminished capacity, we might choose to operate from. The ticking of a clock began our morning, from federal sacrifice to teacher ignorance, our society believes, we can will away all the misery, our…