What Crosses My Mind

  • Life Is Not A Ploy

    Though there would be immediate disagreement in one, quiet satisfaction in another, in the final hour, one would realize if they did stop to glance, a world beyond their own device, would, might still exist, and in that social fabric ignored, a pain, a fighting soul whose rapture not found might emulate the sorrowful nature…

  • Mansion Envy

    I wonder about that world carved into the wild Down the street and tucked off the avenue Backed into a shallow grave Where the bricks and mortar rise Ominous The landscape stretching beyond the forest Where the trees and natural growth were stripped away New seedlings forced to convey an image A gardener’s responsibility now…