What Crosses My Mind

  • Learning to Hate

    I don’t know where it started, one day as a child, I think perhaps when they stole my bicycle, I hated that it wasn’t locked up, I hated not having any control, I hated the embarrassment of being vulnerable. I was only a child then, I believed in the impossible, I knew that anything could…

  • The Issue of Titles

    A bothersome necessity of authenticity is having a title, or perhaps, for some just finding a title, a nomenclature of credibility ascertained only by evidence, for some it is simply the words on a page or maybe a writ some might spend hours practicing, composing and rearranging their title, somehow that only signifies their identity.…