What Crosses My Mind

  • My First Experience With Survival

    It was the summer of 72, just beyond the previous winter, I would stay home, amongst my school friends, chums, the guys I hung with all school year.   Yet I didn’t know them, because the 12 summers before, when I began to remember, around the age of four, I’d spent elsewhere in a different…

  • Isolated Storm Clouds

    See them and imagine the future, an ominous purple haze of opportunity, for it is the chaos of our lives, allows change to overcome the static.   Seek a society of forgiveness, the travels of pain sometime hidden, yet the exposure to the elements often a truly ominous test resilient.   When washed ashore in…

  • Deep Scars

    Always when truth allows, there is a certain peace, while in the throes, not readily, long afterward. The idea of healing, perhaps a salve, a wrapping, the comforting of a bruised ego, shall never share the same leverage, as the damaging nature of victimizing the human condition, for personal gain, personal growth, personally I’d rather…

  • Guilt

    Powerful anecdote to pleasure Makes one decide one’s reality; another’s tragedy. How many ways will we wind our hearts around a memory? How does that man keep walking when I can’t even cross the road without reacting to a set of eyes watching me; those eyes that I haven’t any business knowing their true purpose,…