What Crosses My Mind

  • I Cried For You Today

    A sadness occurs when rain speaks talks of a surrounding pool of grief Once in awhile the woods cannot give solace to the falling showers of common recall and contribution. I like to spend my time in the forest, often there are moments where truly I have hidden from the reality of life amongst the…

  • Always An Urgency

    We talked about the human condition, how certain tendency would remain years later, the same, decades of programmed imagination, falling into the same pattern some unforgotten imprinting of our soul.   Yet tonight as I stand here on the same ledge of forty years ago, I wonder what really has changed, oh there is the…

  • I Would Wait For This Moment

    If it meant two people from opposite sides might smile, I would wait for the final moment, if I could know it was coming soon, we might lose denial to recognize the beauty of Man, beyond the animal, far and away we might know the human condition, it all of its fervor, trying forever to…

  • While Wandering Many Years

    I remember, when as a child, I noticed for the first time, beauty, the sort that remained with me, for the rest of my life.   Oh it came in a smile, a long and enduring hug, a remark a passerby whom might notice, or help or assist, or wonder, rather than showing some practiced…

  • When Once We Stood Together

    Today I remember then, only when I cannot quite comprehend. I know it was with intrigue I wondered about time, was this perhaps the proper sign. I would look to wonder each new design a telling of a simple future. Seems we all have a memory whereby we might all recall sweet passion was most…

  • This Quiet Passion

    It is a love, a desire, a response to silence, for so many occasions, while the skies do glance the usual, always, the emotions might trigger, might respond, could offer a storm of wrath, or perhaps, when least we anticipate, a light rain, to cleanse our soul, allow our lives to breathe, beyond the casual…

  • The ‘Not Yet’ Reality of Racism

    A dear friend once used the phrase ‘not yet’ to suggest a descriptive moment in our lives that though I will not describe that context, I will explore the phrase as it pertains to our lives in America today. As I write this commentary, I notice a massive gathering of protesters in Boston to represent…

  • On Waking the Soul

    We carry ourselves, a part of the said society, the local groove, where be our means, we define who we are, why we do, where it is we belong, based upon the couple next door, the family down the street, the look of the vendor, when purchasing ordinary.   We measure our lives, in respect…

  • 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.  …

  • Depression Seldom Defines

    There is a part of me remains inclined to let the world imagine me undefined. That’s originality or our quest toward individuality. What’s my reality, I’ll tell you only if you listen to me, but there’s the struggle, the obstacle between knowing and telling, is the inherent nature of a sadness overcomes our own desire…