What Crosses My Mind

  • Its Quiet Routine

    Its deafening balance is one to be reckoned, the quiet inside a sallowed severance, the act of dismissal, the purity within timely terror on life on reason on separation on courage on and on and on and on we go the circus of our lives.   Its measure of circumstance erupts in a vision, perhaps…

  • So Long Ago

    I can still stand there, feel the pain, realize just how close I can become again. Take a drink, the slow heat flow, there’s a certain sense of clarity that first drink blossoms a facade, dropping money on a strangers table, a release of tension, letting go, taking one day at a time. There’s such…

  • My Addictive Personality

    No matter the level of scrutiny, I will lower the boom on my security until I can no longer touch the bottom floating endlessly in the sea of dysfunction. When out in the current, I cannot see land, it doesn’t exist except for the occasional tease of sand between my toes, not enough to keep…

  • Raising My Adrenaline

    *** When I see it happening around me, and I have to stop take a breath, make a choice do I respond, because when I do, you know, they will retaliate, speak out loud make a point that is that universal language that shouts with vengeance, screams a throttling, angst. When I feel, it all…