What Crosses My Mind

  • A Farewell Plea

    If the world turn suddenly brilliant with fire, what would be the response, a natural desire. if in armageddon we are selectively defined, what matters the moments where we wined.   While we imagine buildings collapse, lives lost in this magical spectacle of an embryonic frost, is the notions of survival even an able cause…

  • Why “13 Reasons Why” Is Important

    In the fine arts we are encouraged to go big with our ideas, to allow emphasis on the issue, the illusion, the piece of art being presented on the stage. The purpose is designed to get the point across to the audience, or keep them engaged. The true compliment to an artwork, no matter the…

  • Wanting Discovery

    I am that person you see every day, in a coffee shop – caprice with friends, at the prom, nervous, in every crowd shot of each rite of passage, walking to school, waiting nearby, the one that popped out of a crowd with a smile, genuine and as easily drawn to cry as allow laughter.  …

  • When Thinking the Terrible Things

    While our lives are thought to be fragile, we count on those knowing moments, when in a sudden sort of sardonic setting, a cathartic challenge suggests we listen.   When ego is put aside, and humility speaks, such valuable outcomes refresh our mind, we with certainty begin to better understand, that vulnerability is meant to…

  • Propagandic Despair

    I want to watch the news, want to know, to understand, to speculate, what is right, what is incomplete, what deceptive story will lead me astray today, tonight, tomorrow, every way I look for something new, some situation refreshing,   I want to watch the news, I just can’t find the right ideas to concern…

  • On Racism, Schools & Awareness

    Whenever an act of racism occurs in my community, or in the world around me, I never know quite how to respond. My natural reaction is to be appalled and disappointed, then fear settles in, then uneasiness, followed by confusion. My gut tells me I want to figure out who to blame first, and then…

  • Feed My Starving Ego

    I am that man, quiet exterior, turbulent insides that mock, the true nature of my kind, soft, demeanor. Give me something to chew on, I will respond, sustenance is my substance, of course, that’s what they tell me, I strive to organize my plate with all the resources available, give me strength, let me value…

  • On People, Love, and executive orders …

    I am thinking about my Muslim students tonight. I am thinking about my Latino, Mexican, African American, Somali, Hispanic, Russian, Asian & White students tonight. I am imagining the confusion in their minds this evening and this weekend as they realize their lives have been measured rather than given the freedoms they would like to…

  • This Hatred Is Still Real

    There in the quiet, when we all settle in to our own reality, a memorial stands free, meant to celebrate a young boy, there is a mindset exists in the world around us, we sometimes allow ourselves to forget about morality. I’m not talking about you, not speaking about me, I haven’t any idea really,…

  • When I Was Ten

    I was already wondering why do we live the way we do in a society where everyone, anyone we encounter, will have needs, will want to feel the value as anyone else who might want the same things.   I kept hearing about love and flowers, while watching the names scroll across the evening news,…