What Crosses My Mind

  • A Tossed Salad

    I wonder if we might ever know, just when how the display of our lives would really go, if by some design, certain hearts, those with a common soul, a difference in mannerism, attitude, energy, I do sometimes think together, there is just so much we don’t know, yet while the sun crosses the sky,…

  • The Issue of Titles

    A bothersome necessity of authenticity is having a title, or perhaps, for some just finding a title, a nomenclature of credibility ascertained only by evidence, for some it is simply the words on a page or maybe a writ some might spend hours practicing, composing and rearranging their title, somehow that only signifies their identity.…