What Crosses My Mind

  • Standing In Line

    Readied the winds of change would speak tonight, fair warning, a knee cap to the asphalt the bleeding had begun …   and so he may believe this might be a truth   He chose to ice the damage knowing full well this body would not desire the challenge to respond be the resilient one…

  • When Wandering Headlights Weep

    In picture windows across the world, they watch, they stare, they sometimes cry, they’re the souls left alone to wonder, watching the headlights streamline by, like a slow motion ray of long wound catapults of energy, sweeping past the imagination without waiting wanderers, perhaps ne’er a question of why.   We all might wish to…