What Crosses My Mind

  • All These Voices

    Thoughtful serenades fill an empty room no one looking just the me and mine. He wonders if it is always such gloom or are we left without our favorite wine. ~ Seems the cadence of our party restrained by motive, by aspiration, by silent neglect. When race horses begin, know what is gained yet miss…

  • Stepping Outside

    A picture speaks a truth. ~ I danced alone happy, the first time I could. ~ A conversation a put down a clarity of purpose a scant reminder ~ A why do we do this sort of thing moment that allows our lives to become enthralled by the ones that do. ~ A reckoning when…