What Crosses My Mind

  • Lacking Skin

    I draw little attention to who I am based solely upon a certain gem some would call the bane of life yet I might think of none of them. ~ I walk in a department store alone gather little if any attention shown I could probably open the register take a dollar bill and dial the…

  • Can You Hear the Music?

    There ain’t no music tonight, It stopped again, we are lost in a swirl, fog of hate & vitriolic acid. We want to believe  our lives have changed to look past the hate. ~ We are fed too well, looking at streets in chaos while a reporter freshly coifed, looking pretty, expresses the horror, across…