What Crosses My Mind

  • She’s Having A Baby

    I am a happy man. In just a few short months I will be a grandfather. My daughter is about to have a child and I could not be happier. I’m scared too. I think that is a natural feeling to have for your daughter, your child, a parental instinct to care and protect. I…

  • Wausau 1979

    Try to imagine where it was, the moment inside a memory, what did the breeze feel like, certainly there was one, the glen inside a cove surrounded in maples and pine, and short shrifts of sumac pine needles all across the forest wood where we as children climbed only the same tree, familiar branches, I…

  • The Notion of Giving Up

    I’m in a bit of a crisis, so I’m going to write from my heart. I don’t really know where this will take me, if only to let me vent some of my fears, and find some peace. I recently came to a conclusion about important aspects of my life, and a need to make…

  • I’m a kid

    remember that first time an adult held me in their arms? a precious moment complete vulnerability so now today while I stand alone there is a population of feigned ignorance mysteriously forgetting I belong

  • When A Child Dreams

    I would dream summers running through hemlock brush scratches naked calves the moment, lost in its mystique   When we were kids we were ushered out of the house play until you drop play until you drop   We didn’t mind being ushered out we were in our element children of summer   When I…

  • Lest We Forget, Again

    For we do that, oh so often, we do decide upon a beautiful sunset, perhaps the rising moon, a sweet snowfall, even the rain of a heated summer day, lets our mind return to the numbing nature of a human condition built upon, the product of denial.   But we cannot, simply look alive people,…

  • name and faces

    I walked into my classroom today, and the kids were being themselves, I was thinking about their welfare, wondering how many wondered themselves. When I glanced into their faces, I’d seen them already, splashed across the television screen hanging in the living room of everyone’s home. I wonder if it’s possible to tell each other…

  • In My Comfort Zone

    It is where I am every day, my comfort zone, I give a glimpse into the world I see, every hour of my day, until the sun does set, hues change, sky becomes a darkness outside I cannot see as readily.   Until the morning comes, then in rain or sunshine, the view the same,…

  • 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…

  • In A Flash

    A normal setting children playing cherub voices, ‘mommy’ ‘daddy’ the sweet spring sounds light of day penetrating open air welcoming we are all the same if now and even then, our hopes, desire, prayers, realize the beauty of the child in all of her innocence in his spectacular right. They are the reason we live…