What Crosses My Mind

  • Anxiety Rushes

    Waterfalls, rolling boulders, cascades of sand and dirt, imagination trying to tie ideas together, the collapse of a building at the hands of man, such is decisive harmony. Well then speak to the ills of human kind, those results of interaction, quiet moments of reality in a crowd. Tell me about your gatherings, which might…

  • Walking Faceless

    Taking a stroll downtown to walk the pavement The many faces, the many eyes, the many silent Moments that brush past their shoulders every Waking morning, every tired day’s end so ready ~ Return home or to that place they find some solace A refuge with walls, cornerstones; a quiet palace Dinner is prepared with…