What Crosses My Mind

  • Guilt

    Powerful anecdote to pleasure Makes one decide one’s reality; another’s tragedy. How many ways will we wind our hearts around a memory? How does that man keep walking when I can’t even cross the road without reacting to a set of eyes watching me; those eyes that I haven’t any business knowing their true purpose,…

  • There is That

    When the oceans recede in the morning light we often feel that sandy walk is our right. Seldom do we imagine there are greater forces at work, stronger energy beyond our remorse. While sitting outside in the park one afternoon I watched the people milling about the playground, wondering if their lives were any easier…