What Crosses My Mind

  • We All Know People

    We walk and talk and laugh and cry we very seldom wonder why. The world is a constant challenge to know what latest foil we avenge. She is a woman of substance, a smile so indicative of freedom in erstwhile company that does suggest harmony meant to soften the grit of calamity.   She does…

  • Up to the Fight

    I’d like to meet the challenge you present whenever the feeling is right. Vague, gradual release of energy, enough catches anyone off guard, slowly seeping inside a comfort zone, slithering past any roadblocks, and the wall has been made, well constructed, high to the eye, that eye, no one else needs to see, as long…