What Crosses My Mind

  • A Week Doesn’t Matter

    Tears remain the same, the task ahead not as daunting as the moment, yet we haven’t chosen to let go of the moment. Perhaps the force of human nature in all of its eventuality will call our hand where then we will be asked by being told, it is time to move on, create another…

  • Wants and Needs

    So much do I, but then it sems and then they always tell me that, what other reason could there be, beyond the normalcy of our lives. I was walking toward the exit one day, no one behind or ahead of me, could just as well have disappeared and then I realized it doesn’t matter…

  • A Week In The Forest

    To leave it all behind, pitched a tent near the water’s edge, a place I would often fantasize to be a stopping ground the pain and fear of having to survive, suddenly wrapped in the cool depths. ~ I looked around for no one, only the animals in the deep wood, wondering what creature I…

  • There Are These Days

    A couple of weeks ago my world went dark. I made horrific plans, mapped out the day, my valuables, important tokens of my life. I say this because it does happen to people, and now I feel a better grasp and that is more valuable than any guilt or shame over previous moments in my…

  • Hearing Voices

    They are not loud, in fact, whispers that catch me, wondering where. They are in my head, reminders of why it is that way I am will be my forever. I sometimes in the silence can imagine window sills tremble, the sky is falling inside my mind. I wonder if you might know, this feeling…

  • Pieces of Me

    Wish I could find smallish memory wrap them in twine drop them in the sea Then might my eyes witness some effort now questioning why an absorbent support Will their history rather sink than float farewell this century shadowed life he wrote Above water may I not abhor Pain left living on the ocean floor

  • A Question of Authenticity

    All my life, a struggle has ensued, when papering my walls with legal pad writings, one after another after hours, after years, until years later, the wallpaper came down, storage boxes collecting dust and shadows.   Someone said once, who do you see, what might you feel, in a glance in the mirror when the…

  • 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…

  • There Are These Days

    When the right reach seems just beyond Instead of knowing we’d rather capture ourselves in a previous state of mind.   We know the truth is somewhere we might call it fond a memory, climactic, some experience a tangible travail when once we knew.   Seeking sunset splendor the waiting game a day of hours…

  • Another Steps In

    Remember the word invaluable its mystique left in its own mythological persona, that feeling of worthiness beyond the normalcy of our lives.   Remember we always believe, seldom do we allow ourselves to fail the resilient nature of respecting the human condition.   Remember we tend to pretend ‘everything is alright’ ‘we should get together…