What Crosses My Mind

  • Conversations With My Dad

    People suggest we ought not imagine conversations with the dead.   The afterlife we’re told often speculation a creation of our own need to reconnect.   Yet if it weren’t true they’re listening, then these tears that fall would not be real.   I have conversations with my dad, the difficult questions, the hard to…

  • While the Presses Run

    While the presses run, people continue to be real, if in a day I change my focus, the shell I’ve composed will remain on the surface.   While the presses run, the value of love does remain, if in a moment she sheds a real tear, nothing in the world will satisfy her impressive fear.…

  • Finding My Way

    While I listen, I watch hands that will flail, a purpose, a manner, a passionate desire, to know, to understand, we reach for our grasp, our cathartic tour through life, some sojourn, a journey, for some a quiet discard, from whence we came. I wonder though about hands, how defined are we really, where do…

  • That Disconnect Scream

    Feel it, the moment when it occurs, can’t quite speak to it, but you know its there, won’t be until later, when breathing becomes easier, that we can begin to process, just why that happened, what caused me to look you in the eye, and fail to say ‘I love you’ what is it that…

  • If Time Permits

    I would like to understand these simple things. I have a list If I let myself go, there are many avenues my thinking might explore, ponder, imagine. I might even create  a sweet notion that causes reflection … When we do take the time to step away, step off the platform, allow people to engage,…