What Crosses My Mind

  • Asked in Public

    I was asked the other day an age old question, I was told always in my life to know the answer, I was instructed solutions cannot result in a salacious notion toward personal upheaval instead our words, our look, our desire, that verve we live by, an energy we spread around outside our bubble, you…

  • Summer is Now a Reflection

    I came to realize her days are numbered the scent of blossom begins to wane, slowly drawn toward eventual harvest, night skies begin to shift our eyes upon constellate cooler streams of light to suggest her time has come. ~ In evening breeze we listen clear the melody of a cricket greeting Nature’s compelling stronghold…