What Crosses My Mind

  • In Depression’s Grip

    I wouldn’t say imagination, instead, a spiral of twisting metal, cracked concrete well below, the shavings of slivers and dust where the legs go. A night sky that looms in sunlight, clouded thinking, to the degree of a natural flight, over here, this time, that afternoon, one year in my life. I sometimes want to…

  • Ordinary People

    I saw them today, on the street corner, standing together, holding hands in smile, then the bus came, and they were gone. ~ While I was driving home, the light changed to red, glancing aside, they were chatting in animated form, I wanted to say hello, just then the light … ~ At night, I…