What Crosses My Mind

  • Exile (Minneapolis)

    What might feel like home, has left the arena to make room for an old played out charade. We can’t go shopping, dining, visiting neighbors in home and afar, without fearing this ill reckoning. What’s my home once was yours. Today let’s create a serious code, lets find security in our communication, help us all,…

  • People Are Angry

    The words people are speaking are filled with terror and guilt. Terror is new, getting too near. The guilt piece has been studied. We are forever lost in our words. I was taught to ‘use your words.‘ They’re not good enough now. I can’t be guaranteed any solace. Instead I find ways to stay alert.…

  • Reflections

    Inside everything is measured, Seldom spoken only imagined By an onlooker so removed. Those patterns of behavior Tied to an affliction carry our Weight wherever we may land. Inside a mind is a circus of Balancing acts, a trapeze, a maze. Each turn of the mind changes Asking only a simple direction. Clues may always…

  • Night Sky

    Brought me home all day Knowing I could count on her. Standing under a summer’s mist, Could feel her romantic urgency. We weren’t long anymore, Shorter became a misfortune, We only knew it had arrived. All we could do now is cry, Standing alone together forever Under a disguise, an evening sky.

  • Ignorance Is Learned

    While we all wish to survive, Life can be so complicated. In a sweet breath of a yearn, We find comfort in our choice. Just when we imagine peace, We’ll see shallow reactions. ~ Seems impossible to describe the Descent that overwhelms us all. I’ll watch in the background to be sure, I’ll feel a…

  • Eyes

  • Silence

    In the woods I met her As winds blew night’s melody, the sky’s narrowing light spoke. In this place would I be heard. Even breathing happens alone, Waiting upon sounds around me. Yet I could feel her near me. Her seductive nature before fear. I waited then for the moonrise, Then shadows would move me…

  • Seeking A Kindness in Minneapolis

    A fresh snow is falling Leaving layers of peace, Letting it cover the grief, The fear that lines our streets. Underneath is a pink haze, A symbol of lost freedoms.  People walk slowly, carefully, Now hiding cells and whistles. A fear has overcome the city, And leadership is pandering, Reactions remain alone. I’ll watch the…

  • Community

    People are crying out loud tonight, seems our city really is under fire. These are not just senseless, trivial accusations anymore. The skies are blue and hazy with tension. That greatest fear is screaming chaos. Last week the horrors really began in our city. Our winter wonderland is bleeding out of control. Our lives now…

  • An Absence

    While everywhere around me seems a chaotic journey. I can’t help thinking that somehow I might lose my way. We all seem to be climbing this long ladder of despair. Each rung representing a hurdle. I feel like I honestly walk around in a daze, realizing everything true, is happening around me. I wake up…