What Crosses My Mind

  • When Wonder Waits

    Listen to the mind, the travels we take, so many wishes turned …

  • When People Do Depart

    Years ago, with a stamp and a leap of faith, I would begin my wait, until one sunny afternoon, I would see the delivery, always hoping you might be there, to say hello, ~ So often as the gravel chimed my feet, I would hear your voice again, through the words on paper, a parchment…

  • Letters from Home

    When I was a child I had a good friend who went to his cabin as time would lend I remember a day when another neighbor and I sat at our table to write him a letter. We were barely 13 and I suggested we do this as and act of kindness he’d remember later.…

  • The Letter

    I have this       idea   when words are committed we end up obliged            so I might send one to you      expressions in prose like a stream feeling a driving urge to channel its path                by pulling and slapping…