What Crosses My Mind

  • 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…

  • The Sudden Nature of Touch

    I am in my quiet, the fortress of my own   isolation.   I’m doing everything right, six feet apart, wash your hands, clean your countertops, do the laundry, wear gloves at the gas station, (wait I didn’t, a week ago, what if … )   So many, wonders, what if, thank God I have…

  • An Unconditional Prelude

    We stood and watched, heard about a couple of planes ascending into the atmosphere above and beyond a toxic city.   We wondered aloud, thought oh my, such a tragedy, imagined only a particular moment, far beyond our backyard, we don’t even need a fence, so convenient, so far away.   We began to stare…

  • Thinking the Essence of Man

    Who are we he said over a beer with a friend, troubled by the circumstance of a gender bending authority in his mind, yet in another’s an opportunity perhaps to find Grace between man and woman, to know some spiritual guidance will take our lives much further then simple rejection.   Oh, but simple is…

  • When Walking in the Wood

    I noticed tonight, a deeper darkness filling the mysterious quiet of the wood, a forest of our mind.   We choose now today to be afraid, we could walk freely when in the stone castles a moat our greatest fear.   Oh certain there were evil lurking inside the shallows, yet vulnerable as we might…

  • Silent Moment

    When just a glance offers no chance.   When a quiet remember ignites angry ember   While offering some solution quickly dies our absolution   With every offered ideal there seems a ready deal   I walked inside a mirage the other day, I thought i had sort of found my way yet I was…

  • When A Child Dreams

    I would dream summers running through hemlock brush scratches naked calves the moment, lost in its mystique   When we were kids we were ushered out of the house play until you drop play until you drop   We didn’t mind being ushered out we were in our element children of summer   When I…

  • What Rally Cry

    Standing alone, choosing alone, no dial tone, seems the last moments will bend forever the opportunity to glance ahead, beyond the scrutiny deeply laid inside the victim’s head.   and then …   There is the question of whose hurt is more measurable, the choice, or the outcome, the afterward, or perhaps it is the…

  • Sitting In My Personal Space

    Getting ready for the school year, planning lessons, rearranging books and files, adjusting to a new physical classroom.   I wanted to complain tonight, my room still needs desk, 35 kids coming in a week, no ac, the temp was 110 F.   I sat out in the hall, parent and student open house, lots…

  • Our Violent Humanity

      It would seem we haven’t had enough, Watching our neighbors fall to the sword, The world around us eschewing the evil Of a nation lost in a swirl of self-pity. – No one to blame but ourselves, Yet that never comes into play, We are soon to discover some outlet, Easy to say we…