What Crosses My Mind

  • Sunday Night Moon

    If I could, how my body winds down inside a cavernous dream I might truly admit to feeling down, rather wish to imagine my life a dream.   A Sunday night and here I go, winding down like the moisture in a culvert draining toward a bitter end, and yet in a moment, I glanced…

  • A Question of Authenticity

    All my life, a struggle has ensued, when papering my walls with legal pad writings, one after another after hours, after years, until years later, the wallpaper came down, storage boxes collecting dust and shadows.   Someone said once, who do you see, what might you feel, in a glance in the mirror when the…

  • Reeling in Midnight’s Anxiety

    Glance toward the sky the mood, the more I think about the lunacy; the absurd notions sweep across mind’s eye ~ Guide me through the havoc, let me at least find a way to calm an edgy hallowing urgency, cross paths with my ego, find the setting sun to be surreal. ~ Grant me one…