What Crosses My Mind

  • Who I Was, Who I Am

    A script exists for all of us, none of which will drag on no melodrama only the reality of our lives.   We choose to want to know long before we ever have a need the two iconic parallels oh wants and needs, oh travesty.   I once took a ride on a city bus…

  • Public Outburst

    When once we try, we seem to always want to … In the grip of our mentor’s eye we flail veritable while the moment at hand, suddenly turns reactive, perhaps passive. ~ I’m tired these days I would certain say why if anyone were to ask, yet the shadows remain rampant reeling ideals, settled by a…