What Crosses My Mind

  • She Gives Me Real

    When it happens I can smile, not a knowing I am right sort of trivialized agreement, far more this sanity we all try to live yet seldom understand why. I remember once being told we ought not ever ask, only allow let the circumstance be not our own, only cast the open freedom to salvage…

  • 3 AM

    lights low, what’s happening in here no one might ever know. The cast of a dozen stories one day to the next, perhaps a romance again. Seems easy to dream when the lover is alone hopeful she might understand. Its 3 am blues are alive waiting alone to feel some fatigue beyond the daily drain.…

  • Traveler Bags

    Is this sacred wisdom we carry its mystery a naked history remains impossible along the road. Step aside and watch time steady wheels weighed down in two ton reminder. The bags become a target ready to be pummeled first sighted a driver today might aim tomorrow disregard. Hide in the fields of shame distant traveler…

  • Slow Walk, Winter Night

    For it was a chilly moment, when while the sun began to set I looked inside her eyes, only to realize hers would no longer shine instead a sort of quiet resign. ~ Oh, we did smile many years ago, and yet still there seems this need of mine, this tortured self fulfilling misery, I…

  • a different life

    Recently, inside a fantasy I was given something not ever would I imagine.   Life doesn’t hold a twist upon what we believe, or chance state of mind might bury itself for years.   An orderly intimacy drawn on paperwork eons ago, the masters of a philosophy in matrimony created this our lives, borne out…

  • Distance Learning

    So, I imagined this happening, the wave of the virus, would shut us down, remove our access to the classroom.   A part of me appreciated the break, I could still with students, have a dialogue in the distance, never contemplated the reality.   Then the news, the overbearing sentence of every teacher, every student,…

  • Critical Circumstance

    We do measure our lives our accomplishments a steadfast ability to compete with ourselves. If might our lives not be so easily swept by the tides of societal expectation what then might be our end game. Would we survive if we came to realize nothing else really mattered beyond the satisfaction of, inevitably, ourselves?  …

  • Having A Cry

    Just now, in the quiet atmosphere, where no one might hear my sigh. A silent recall today a different time, conversation and laughs, and then a glance, a pause when eyes purposely met one another again. Quite evident is the changing focus, something exciting to us both.   I will remember you a saying just…

  • Two Would Pass Together

    (dedicated to the goodness of time, a friend and his family) When in a moment we might reflect upon the reason, we could together share a memory, the fleeting laughter, we would do this together, wouldn’t we create a scene, a wonderful attribute, of the years, oh the many years, the travels we knew without…

  • My America (written for contest)

    To understand, My America, I wanted to embody a lifetime of experience that could speak directly to my concept of living as a white man in the Midwest. I was fortunate to grow up with conscientious siblings all of whom were driven by values instilled by parents just trying to keep up with the norms…