What Crosses My Mind

  • Predictable Love

    Hurting people line the streets tonight, much like any night across America, many years, so many lives lost, waiting to be heard, always a slamming door, the same is ever preset yet people tonight are saying this time is different, this ‘is the season’ says the reverend, Al Sharpton stirs the world acknowledges his verbosity…

  • Lacking Skin

    I draw little attention to who I am based solely upon a certain gem some would call the bane of life yet I might think of none of them. ~ I walk in a department store alone gather little if any attention shown I could probably open the register take a dollar bill and dial the…

  • (19,60,3)

    When I was four the world changed around me, my family I was only just learning to love devastated by the national news. The musty den in our home is my memory, laying on the stale carpet, didn’t need a chair, I was the kid, with my family all together in tears watching Walter Cronkite…