What Crosses My Mind

  • Nature Is An Ask

    We wind our humanity across a babbling stream call it our own of course for we say we belong. Matters little life of a creature seeming dream this haven feed silence in their tiny world long.   Scrape away life with corrosive blades of pain the construct of a vision far beyond that of game.…

  • Look Closely If You Can

    At a quick glance we might call sweet shelter the homes hold hope and prayer and a safety for everyone inside, security the temps suggest a different manner.   Across the city another enclave of soul seeker human condition airs indifference as a blizzard ensnares their grip on surviving a city cave.   Two worlds…

  • My First Experience With Survival

    It was the summer of 72, just beyond the previous winter, I would stay home, amongst my school friends, chums, the guys I hung with all school year.   Yet I didn’t know them, because the 12 summers before, when I began to remember, around the age of four, I’d spent elsewhere in a different…

  • Isolated Storm Clouds

    See them and imagine the future, an ominous purple haze of opportunity, for it is the chaos of our lives, allows change to overcome the static.   Seek a society of forgiveness, the travels of pain sometime hidden, yet the exposure to the elements often a truly ominous test resilient.   When washed ashore in…