What Crosses My Mind

  • Gravity Is Patient

    Weight(less) A Whisper in the Forest ~ When I whisper a cool draft escapes shadowed in morning sunlight I can see you exist all the different angles of creation amidst the tragedy of a waiting table of spring eternal. We still find a way to continue our travel with a blinding speed, yet some, Nature…

  • Sitting on Ice

    You know the feeling Too cold to relax Too easy to react A sort of waiting for the moment In hopes that no one can lament Upon the urgency of leaving ~ The ice Frozen in time Sculptures of a paradigm Simple words that when conveyed May suddenly be easily splayed Like dice ~ Hitting…