What Crosses My Mind

  • Some Are Chosen

    While walking through a mine field, I stamped my feet knowing only would be my confidence address defeat   For it is a wonder sometime to know the reason why some we love are left to die, when afterward we cry.   It seems so clear that some are chosen to live this way while…

  • When the World Stops and Everyone Continues to Walk

    We have these, call them, whatever you might preference at the moment. An epiphany, a catharsis, a smack in the face in expression, the reality of our lives.   Just when the seasons began to express their natural beauty, the leaves that decay to a certain brilliance, representing death and love all the same, Crisp…