What Crosses My Mind

  • Even The Brightest Might Second Guess

    Oh it is a travesty, to imagine we live in a society, so bent on coercive plurality, we have to think about our sanity.   How is it possible so many are duped forgotten are our principles, drawn inside a very large scoop.   I listened to the news last night, again, abhorrent, aghast, afoul,…

  • Episodic Rituals

    There are times when in my real life I cry, it is sudden, something I cannot control, watching the illusion of our reality, in the episodic nature of historical fiction, the retelling of the reality, we would all like to pretend is that fiction.   And yet, when I cry there are real tears, I…