What Crosses My Mind

  • Winds of August

    Feel it when the breeze catches a frame of mind, sudden shifting in your seat, rearranging, wondering how it ever became so blind, a nation struggling to understand and be kind.   We have lived this way now, while everyone everywhere anytime, has the same logic behind survival, no one is really excluded, no rivals.…

  • A Teacher In Covid

    Already the interactions are painful, the loss of touching hearts, a lacking support we each carry our own  grief this virtual life apart.   Masks, cleansers, plexi-glass we are talking teenagers with opposing views, a society brought in from home, cannot imagine compliance, if you believe that well you’re an as … well, rather crass.…

  • Measuring Distance

    The lady had a tape measure at the beach seriously, that is how she is coping, can you fault her are you perfect wearing one or critical eye while the world around us does ponder is it you, them, that one time, yesterday, how many people if it’s me can I count on one hand,…

  • I Cried Tonight

      While rains fell, I swam in the beauty of a summer shower, the cloudy afternoon turning toward nature’s setting hour, I think we all have our own conception of a romanticized storm with its electrifying resonance, makes us each somehow conform.   This year has been a challenge to breathe, only in quiet we…

  • COVID Haiku

    Would he know regret Despondent though he might let Love all He beget

  • Distance Learning

    So, I imagined this happening, the wave of the virus, would shut us down, remove our access to the classroom.   A part of me appreciated the break, I could still with students, have a dialogue in the distance, never contemplated the reality.   Then the news, the overbearing sentence of every teacher, every student,…

  • Silence is a Forest

    Listen to the birds singing in springHear the cello at home in between Each memoryEach moment A song we could create in melodyIf only the world not live parodySuch is the mendacity of our timeWhen still is beauty yet sublime Each momentEach memory If in the midst of a traveled rhymeWe shut out a neighbor…

  • Don’t Feel Sorry For A Teacher

    I run an immediate risk with teaching colleagues with such a title caught in the eye of the storm that is COVID-19. Our lives and the students we teach are forever changed, anyone, anywhere in the world will be impacted more directly than indirectly by this virus. We will all have to adjust to the…

  • 3AM

    A quiet shadow a new normal remember the names seemed abandoned souls when in the cloud of our lives their names forever etched in our mind, and now tonight I gave pause to a moment looked outside to see empty streets an occasional walker, sometime a couple hoping they together might escape the nightmare looms…

  • 11 AM

    It is when I read the news, the WHO releases numbers some refuse to hear, yet I am curious, if not a little scared.   I looked outside tonight, used to live on a quiet street, maybe three cars an hour, tonight, on a busy highway, a couple of cars, blocks apart, 8 PM, not…