What Crosses My Mind

  • Love, Time & Death

    It’s New York, of course, where lives do happen, cross through Central Park, onto 7th until we find ourselves, sitting on a bench, wondering where everyone is coming from, hoping that we might find peace.   We keep looking in their eyes, sometimes the notice is true, others, they walk by searching themselves for some…

  • Searching In Manhattan

    Though it is that place I wish to be, I’m lost inside my own travesty. As well I seek solace amongst masses hide within a world of classes.   Such is imagery of teeming lives caught inside streaming archives. Where alone a face in the crowd somehow is always allowed.   I once read a master…

  • Fourteen Years

    Hard to imagine just yesterday, and no days further. I could stand here and pretend this whole thing away, but somewhere, my deep conscience, my soul is rattled, I cannot imagine knowing anything today, without memory, without a glass mausoleum in my eyes, I cannot go forward, and not recall the day, my life changed…