What Crosses My Mind

  • Once, Ago

    I can’t help but think what it is I write is perceived differently by you. I’ve thought about how someday I’d like to convince you what it is I write, you ran away from didn’t give me a chance. Oh I’m not talking of decades, only months and in those quiet moments, when our eyes…

  • Wonders of the Day

    How do moments become real, those that remain, stay on the mind, trigger our notions to react today. ~ When we wake in the morning do we decide, today we’ll slide our lives into a deep cavernous fault ~ I remember being a child at young and all my days were spent with clays modeling…