What Crosses My Mind

  • The Psychology of the Human Condition

    The answers exist, wait, not today, perhaps later in the evening, some cathartic moment, praying for an epiphany.   The heart stops and the mind cannot compete we are a solid lot of indifference dependent upon the sunlight, rainbows strike a nerve coupled by nostalgia or endearment to a moment, the moment when in that…

  • A Nostalgic Christmas Fairy Tale

    We met in a college football atmosphere, eyes locked immediate intrigue, the sort you might not remind anyone for it is meant to be a quiet recall, a soft memory when everyone else went home.   There’s no one left to remember, except perhaps her, the snowball fight, the falling flakes as big as night…

  • Breathing Slow Dreams

    It is when we want to cry, the sound will not come, its expanse, fills our lungs to capacity, short breaths, quiet realities, keeps us moving through a storm, taking a moment, a gasp, yet still there is a desire to find more, know a place we might settle in, get perspective, develop a plan,…

  • Six Hours and Time

    I suppose I could suggest a time frame, the time it takes to drive across the state of mind, water, fuel, warmth, notion, a sedentary reality some might label an escape yet step inside and recognize the vacuum, the loss of empathy, the terror within our own desire to respond. I suppose I could stand…

  • Listen to My Muse

    What drives the soul, this early autumn morning when all the task of our lives looms the horizon how is it a crystal clear sunrise with pastel blues treats the mind a solace of desire to admire. ~ I would if it were true leave all that is abhorring well behind the mantra of ‘if…

  • Morning Solace

    When wake of day the sunlit rays cause a stir we might know the beauty of another may. When soul do cross path, we might register a new sort of peace, a kindly takeaway ~ We do welcome the light of day with hope a happiness may speak volumes so near to the heart of…

  • Falter Freely

    Would that I might understand the freedom of error that part of my life I seem to want to always forget I will indicate no survival from this constant terror, the holding of my human condition might I beget. ~ When just yesterday I smiled and laughed out loud, tonight again will this tunnel vision soon…

  • Human Capacity

    I wonder if our society, matched up against your own, would matter too much, when it came down to simply, sucking air. I mean really having to survive on oxygen to breathe, to speak, to determine just how much our lives, depend upon one another, rather than only ourselves. ~ I am lost when trying…

  • Civilized Agony

    Tears are real, though hidden, repressed, we really don’t reveal fires inside, we can’t allow others inanimate reasons to hold court in the presence of others. When alone, that ability to cry out loud delights the mind, while sitting alone without audience tears will flow free and yet if we reveal a sob, a gasp,…

  • Still Life

    A marble travesty we would be ashamed if now today, a modern age, the new excuses help us to forget the why, how we needed only one more chance. ~ Time did travel miles past a horizon always familiar in kind, awaiting the lift of the moon, we all could believe what we see, without…