What Crosses My Mind

  • An Hour Later

    The breeze felt biting with winter’s scorn, fresh snow would now paint the landscape. In his mind, he wondered about next steps, would it be easier to fall back on the pain. If life were measured simply in hours, would we be so fortunate to bottle our time. There’s a sensory feel with fresh air,…

  • That Sadness

    Sometimes she just appears, this anomaly I endure. Always with recognition, trouble begins with her. I’d like to know why I can never let go of my past. She surrounds me in my room, the lighting gives off an aura that only I may feel, anyone else would only chuckle. I can see everything so…

  • Holiday Blues – Part One

    I woke up today feeling pensive. I often reflect upon my accomplishments over the course of the last three decades, and there is much for me to be thankful. I had the opportunity to run a theatre program most of my life, and I do believe I did a good job. I touched a lot…

  • In Minneapolis

    Well, they’ve arrived in their masks and brutality, remember long before this hour, our city was labeled with ugliness and rumors of violence. People did protest, they burned buildings all in response to the gruesome taking of a life. George Floyd now seems a distant memory, as ICE now invades our neighborhoods. Stay indoors, shutter…

  • When A Younger Man

    All of it was simple, those life moments. I always had someone, who might upset my vibe. Everyday my confidence tested? I relied upon my smile. Seems years ago now, or maybe still, just yesterday.

  • What Is Our Freedom

    We had winter fights with fresh fallen snow, snow balls flying through the air with a zeal couldn’t hurt anyone, lots of laughter. On the news they talked about molotovs being thrown against store fronts, and in the streets the kids made their own. Our world has not been turned upside down, yet we have…

  • A Silent Anxiety

    When waking in the morning in a sigh, the night before becomes my today. Waiting with very little confidence we all seem trapped in our own diaspora. Some are easily amused, others abused of their natural rights to be human.  With every given morning a wait is long, searching for meaning in our own storm.…

  • An Anxious Appeal

    When in the quiet of my alone, a storm appears, awaits me, a patient peril on the other side, hoping my energy its appeal. When everything becomes an evidence, plays in my head, only finding peace will alleviate those lingering flashbacks, always an aching awareness. How distant we decide a path, can often distract our…

  • Isolation

    Feels hauntingly familiar, Standing alone.  I can be surrounded, And still left watching Conversations occur around me. My first instinct is to wonder why. Well, that seemed to help Years ago. I could just disappear But that left me with no security, then. Today I can feel that quiet Silence surrounding me again. This time,…

  • Going With Silence

    In the morning I’ll wake And what I think about now Becomes last night’s musings. If only I might feel the outcomes Without having to sleep. Like right now I want a solution Letting tomorrow be brand new.