What Crosses My Mind

  • This Letter

    I would compose a letter that might or could ought to contain everything, yet there is that piece of the human condition prevents everyone from being perhaps Stephen King, or Charles Bukowski, even Sylvia Plath.   Emily Dickinson is said to have lived a reclusive life in her bedroom overlooking a lawn where children played,…

  • The Gallery

    Such is a shadow, a lonely walk the energy of a soul finding their way his way her adventure perhaps his imagination a painting to lose his mind while trying desperate measures the sort of bind that seems attractive rather than one of ridicule when the reality of the game is revealed in gallery seven,…