What Crosses My Mind

  • Feed My Starving Ego

    I am that man, quiet exterior, turbulent insides that mock, the true nature of my kind, soft, demeanor. Give me something to chew on, I will respond, sustenance is my substance, of course, that’s what they tell me, I strive to organize my plate with all the resources available, give me strength, let me value…

  • Listen to the World

    They are out there you know, people with real lives, ones that matter Tonight’s news after the snow while detailing drives windswept clatter A story ran about a father shot in the face by his younger son in the garage where bother Seldom sheds such grace on a quiet neighbor. We listened while our country endured…