What Crosses My Mind

  • Watching Sunsets

    Simple really, sitting on a hill, gravel path leading to my favorite observation tower, leading my mind beyond the moment before. I’d climb the steps knowing I’d reach the top, sitting above the trees landscape below. I could look forever up there and still be standing alone, my thoughts my own, my world around me.…

  • He Stood On Memory

    Can you sing me a song like they do on the radio? the kind leaves the kids smiling in their beds. Can you sing me a song like they do on the radio? The kind leaves the kids smiling in their beds. ~ I remember when I was only a child in the summertime listening…

  • Something About A Speaker

    Remember standing in the rain feeling the water dampen your cheeks nose tickling from soft droplets then your hand wet wiping it all away. Suddenly then some literary mirage asks you might reconsider that moment was the asphalt wet did your socks get soaked. Perhaps instead in your picture window you watched all the kids…

  • In Darkness There is a Blue

    Trying to find that color, searching since a child, I remember gatherings with friends my age and teenage elders, those we all wished to emulate, sitting amongst ourselves, laughs, giggles, smiles, seduction, every aspect of the human condition, would enhance this sensation, our sensory being. ~ I could lay in the middle of a field…

  • Finding a Moment

     Go home and write       a page tonight.       And let that page come out of you—       Then, it will be true. – Langston Hughes ~ Though when time would suggest it is an easy ask, this only task we have in life, is to speak our truths, who it is we might be, what we believe,…

  • A Distant Child

    In a quiet state I would recognize the distance Between the now of experience toward childhood We might wish to have a redo on pain if we could Seems a simple prospect to imagine all is chance.   When returning to some original memory in life Oh to know the patterns that drove our own…

  • Pieces of Time

    I wonder about what might remain, the pieces of me throughout a memory, is it my own, someone I knew, I know, a circumstance I cannot return.   If I were to wander far enough into the forest, might I be sure to follow some path a traveling analogy holding promise for tomorrow.   Forever…

  • Ground Breaking Rules

    When in childhood, I once stood in the forest, friends having descended the trail, a night of surreal exploration of the wood, a morning fire, a quiet reckoning.   Having forgotten a knife, knowing it to be on a rock, the rings of stone, suddenly erupted while coming upon, the late night stories.   There…

  • the ‘august’ of my childhood

    for I remember when only as a child I would on a hilltop nearby cry out my fears alone at the edge of gravel a pathway held my dreams and my sanity for alone I could scream without being known, only I might be the wiser in a world so overthrown as some confusion, the…

  • Who I Was, Who I Am

    A script exists for all of us, none of which will drag on no melodrama only the reality of our lives.   We choose to want to know long before we ever have a need the two iconic parallels oh wants and needs, oh travesty.   I once took a ride on a city bus…