What Crosses My Mind

  • On Buying, Sharing, Wondering Love

    Oh it is the season now, and our lives, torn up, shredded, a certain fodder in the air, for Man might feel abused, when in reality, he ought felt this way, decades ago, a century perhaps, so those followers could stand a chance.   There’s no condemnation could be strong enough to withstand the scrutiny…

  • Our Lives Mirrored

    *** We all have lives, this cannot be argued no matter the girth or the slight however, the notoriety or discretion, each idiosyncratic measure of who we are can only be truly defined internally. ~ But, you knew that already, that’s why last night downtown with the boys, you made an ass of yourself, went…