What Crosses My Mind

  • Faces On Demons

    Oh the (dark) places we go, if only Dr. Seuss could remedy all, perhaps the quiet abyss might no longer, contain the strength, the grasp sometimes inherent in my every step, the outlook of my day.   I sometimes wonder the strength of my addictions, are the reason I move slowly, perhaps in reason the…

  • So Long Ago

    I can still stand there, feel the pain, realize just how close I can become again. Take a drink, the slow heat flow, there’s a certain sense of clarity that first drink blossoms a facade, dropping money on a strangers table, a release of tension, letting go, taking one day at a time. There’s such…

  • Second Chances

    We’ve all had them, known them, witnessed an account, wondered about our own. We delight in opportunity, look for an opening a way to move our ego beyond that of nature’s sacrificial lamb. When witness to change our actions become an exchange for the former self hoping an eventual transformation might give our hearts pause,…

  • I Remember Slowly

    When I was a boy, a baseball game outside, trying to get along, I was just being a boy, found an edge, a warm sort of fuzzy disposition took me outside, to be that boy the baseball diamond. I couldn’t hit the ball without the edge, I just needed a little push, while everyone else…

  • 8 Years

    Eight years ago, I stood by your side, listening to your story, wondering how life could become such a travesty of pain and confusion. I felt fortunate to not struggle your loss, that loss of confidence, that departure of reasoning, the ability to throw your life away without a second’s thought, all for the mantra…