What Crosses My Mind

  • When I Was Alone

    I used to cry a lot, the tears readily descending my cheeks. If I let myself go the sobbing was rather spectacular, to tell a tale. When I was alone, I would stare out windows count the slats in my blinds, waiting for the sunlight, and then watching the light descend into another night, while…

  • Once Did Love

    Spoke to him the idle man now sits alone a bar stool seems becomes his friend. All the others know the fool. ~ Once inside were a sweet dream, a violin concerto plays his memory soft her smile, serene did seem a minute, together a forever melody. ~ If only then had he known today…

  • While Anxiety Will Surge

    Someone might remind kindness, our soul may arise from the depths of a shadowed past, preventing present its opportunity to thrive inside the worrisome reality of this pandemic, our Covid moments, turn months into years, stopping our normalcy, creating a new reality, one so often overlooked until suddenly today, we do stand alone, looking through…

  • The Monster

    He walked alongside, non-descript, hoping to be noticed in order to quell such is the pain inside of an insecure mind.   Started as a child, one day he lost all hope in the manifest of life over death, or the cruel hand of God in what we call a miracle, yet absurd, inside 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…

  • When Wonder Waits

    Listen to the mind, the travels we take, so many wishes turned …

  • Finding Voice

    I walked outside and screamed at the bottom of my driveway, only because I knew no one would notice, well, they did, and their doors shut, I stood in my neighborhood and felt completely alone.   The manicured lawns, similarly styled rose gardens, the roof repair and invisible fences, street signs that suggested we all…

  • Solo

    If while barren hallways become invitations are we lost inside our own fearful conceptual absolute reality. Sitting alone today I ws forced to imagine where everyone might choose to be rather than with me, yet instead crossed my mind, the notion, what compels me to hide in empty spaces. When there it seems compelling lately,…

  • In The Quiet

    Her voice, for years my guiding melody, such sweet surreal knowledge. When I was a kid, I remember wondering if always unsure, was she walking or going away, the tears wouldn’t stop, I waited, that’s when I learned the true meaning of abandon … When I can sit and write these words, how might I define…

  • I Remember Hallways

    I remember eyes wandering, hiding behind cedar posts, paying more attention to the tiles, until common footsteps might begin again. My bench in the center of two seas swaying toward and moving away ascending and crossing paths smiles and scorns tired looks, and glaring fear. I remember hiding in plain sight hiding in plain sight…