What Crosses My Mind

  • I Stood On A Stage

    It had been awhile me, feeling the lights on me the heat, the passion, the beauty of illusory in my grasp. I watched the motions come to life, to imagine where we all are, standing, in the moment. Delivering our truths, as if we were there, the artist telling us about a small town, an…

  • Letting the Blues Speak

    Sometimes I stare at a blank wall, I mean I really do, could actually describe the texture, cold and sort of metallic gray with a never ending mass, invisible to the eye, your eyes of course. Those of you that walk around me, seem able to walk right through, and when on the other side,…