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…

  • We Are Here, Again

    When I was a child, I remember well, the gathering of family, all indeed similar. In the early morning anticipation, a spell of wonder, love, then all arrived from afar. Conversations were readily heard inside the walls of a gathering of similar soul. The children played a sweet naive pride, allowed adults to know love,…

  • Looking for You

    When I was a child My mom would tell me about you Then I would wonder She would say you were with me When I would ask her’ Her words would cause me to imagine That you might be with me Even now as I think of her   This time of year I do…