What Crosses My Mind

  • I Remember Slowly

    When I was a boy, a baseball game outside, trying to get along, I was just being a boy, found an edge, a warm sort of fuzzy disposition took me outside, to be that boy the baseball diamond. I couldn’t hit the ball without the edge, I just needed a little push, while everyone else…

  • Wise Repartee

    We like to be right, you and me, yes you, not me, only us, we all seem to never want to agree, instead, we’d like to be right all the time. or do we just want to be ok. A couple of years ago, I fought the urge to be wrong, didn’t wish to ever…

  • Besides That

    The other day I recalled sitting in a bar drinks on the way seeing laughter afar . I would wait until the moment a fellow drinker arrived and we’d begin our lament how our lives were denied . By the pangs of society The truths we belied We wanted our liberty to arrive here we…