What Crosses My Mind

  • Living With Anxiety

    How many are out there, when the sky turns gray, where does the heart remain, the fear in our mind, in the quiet of an angry world, how do we all come to terms with that reality, the personality of peace.   We all seek that solace, no matter the denial, beyond the circumstance suggests…

  • The Obituary

    I wonder how they felt it might read, summing up their life, in a nutshell, passing through all of the bad times, focus upon the good, the energy, the meaning, the society we live in deems the necessary truths. If we knew, would we then change our mind, if we could stand in the back…

  • Conservative Happiness

    I wonder sometimes if they all think, process, imagine, find futile, an effort to push a boulder aside. I feel the clammy stone of a permanence, both hands taking grip on a monstrous image, finding the will, and yet realizing it is not about strength at all.   When forgiveness occurs, we do find a…

  • Summer Daze Alone

    A familiar air, cloudless sky, Listen to the sounds of a backyard, tree trimmers, grass cutters, BBQ-ing neighbors, listen to the children with innocent screams nearby.   He would understand, their natural allegiance to the land around them being an open playground, his own did the same, decades earlier, on similar days, a cloudless sky,…

  • Beyond Moments

    If in breath, a gasp, an eye glance, worlds interact with indifferent realities, only to provide expression, if only then might we understand. While a horizon away, a family struggles to recognize the wealth of their local dream, while on the other side, a smile. If during some compelling summer we all recognize theirs is…

  • Dad

    How close do we come to understanding where it is that we belong, when alone we sudden realize we remember a song, a laugh, a sort of posture always held true. If I could see you in the manner I feel you, would that be all I need. There’s so much more beyond the memory…

  • As Time Passes

    There is the recall, an eccentric reality, the laughter in smiles, that lovely sort of memory. There is the time, when a quick glance meant a new friendship, unknown minutes earlier, the human condition acceptance. There is the possibility, when all of our quiet contemplation in a sudden turn of events, came true, further beyond…

  • The Nature of Time

    I When I spoke in youth, freedom in desire and passion, a yield within seasonal adjustment kept the mind busy, fascinated, curious, collective, safe. The nature of pain, reflective, had little circumstance, beyond the wood, a trail, an exploration of childhood memory just begun. When waft in confusion, the speed of change, an embarrassment to the…

  • 20 Years

    I stood on the corner concrete monoliths cracked surface scars held the past in shaded memories we created. Now time gives way to rooftop patios the sounds of live acts turned consumerism. I stood on the corner, looked at the faces, wondered if any age lines could recall my own youthful stares, the agony of…

  • Knocking On Doors

    I choose to navigate the open walkways, a common thread similarities in typical days places I dread. I wonder sometimes about certain choice if we might know just why it is we find the time to rejoice, however swift hearts grow. When a decision in retrospect is made we sometime slow realize that memory that…