What Crosses My Mind

  • Grad Party Moments

    After a year of Covid the grad parties have returned. There have been years past where I haven’t attended any of the celebrations of our senior graduates. Last year I made no excuses, we all stayed home. But there have been occasion where I took an all or nothing approach. This year has been different.…

  • A Certainty is Rage

    When at wit’s end this identity does unravel, the spirit, the mind, that epicenter of our brain begins to take its own journey while the body will always forever remain. Hard to know where the mind goes when stuck in idle unable to let go. ~ There is a response to fear and anxiety a…

  • We Have Similar Skin

    Watched him today many eyes would notice a downcast security my body my own my mind thrown to the wolves with one glance back. Watched her today some certainty might allow a surrounding hypocrisy unleash ugliness for is it not he, she once, he will wish they might he know she lives, he … Lives.…

  • Ode to Truth

    I struggle a day can change weather is so fascinating long before predictability, when last night I believed I was clueless to how life might impact this moment. As I stand here now, debating the path to challenge no longer is there an evening stroll, the casual nature of the human condition, now put to…

  • I’m Your Teacher

    I wonder if you realize the time we imagine the words we deliver might benefit the fine beauty of the child, taming of the wild. We don’t ask to change a child’s life we don’t imagine to understand strife we offer all our time with every bell chime. The other day I walked outside and recognized an…

  • I Came Back Home …

    To catch a dream … I suppose visits are marginal, memories, reflection, hold the hope of lives lost or known – misunderstood misfortunes – seem to carry their own weight, have a bearing who we are, were then, now what we might have become, or some hope to think we have realized that fortune of…

  • t-

    This is just a name, with an occasional ‘boy’ added, an utterance, an  endearment, a memory, a thought brings a tear today, to know this man who carved my childhood, my neighbor, my kindly soul who always could be found outside living a full life with a beautiful partner, tending their garden, living love. ~…

  • Going Back Again

    Always afraid … I remember there was a time when I couldn’t move stuck holding onto the metal railing, looking about and wondering if anything might return, any one might show their face again. I remember always not knowing completely what it was that she might sense, that he might wonder and ask someone else…