Crossroads : Writing

We were young once.

We were young once.

A Poem by Crossroads


A man goes back to his abandoned childhood home thinking about his parents.
Night swing

Night swing

A Story by Crossroads


"These aged walls hold bad secrets; bad vibrations," father's anxious voice would say. At sunset, he'd nervously sway on the decrepit back porch swing..
Grief that weighs like a stone.

Grief that weighs like a stone.

A Poem by Crossroads


Amillion times I've shed my tearsFor still - her touch I miss.Without her death, we could have livedUnbridled in our bliss.Our future lives were sold ..
Pain is the worst portrait.

Pain is the worst portrait.

A Poem by Crossroads


An old poem
The pursuit of women online

The pursuit of women online

A Story by Crossroads


This is tongue and cheek and not fact. See if you agree to any degree. (see, I rhymed there).For the longest time, I'd been under the impression nude ..