What Crosses My Mind

  • In Dark Corners

    There are these manners, they exist, meant to offer some respite for our inability to communicate.   Perhaps if in that sheltered concrete, fabric, wall of deceit we might discover some reason to associate.   The honest gentleman in the corner, holds a smile as genuine as love, yet there is fear in the eyes…

  • Outside My Head

    Dance in pummel of sordid thought, a barricade decries our pleasantry instead wreaks havoc selectively. Oh furrow inside a mindless dream, play the fool to hide the scream, a brain has energy of certain matter. We shadow our true identity in search of some promised land, yet, seek it alone, for is travesty. Only strength…

  • In Shadows

    Where my reality lives, I sometimes never know, depends upon the breathing, a slight rasp might mean finding an edge, a smooth inhale is the sign of reaching an end. I do know though, when I glance to my side, in a sunlit morning, I can see myself, that part of me no one might…

  • Waking Without The News

    I awoke this morning with a certain calm, the quiet heartbeat of my dog nearby, the sun just beginning to radiate the room, life seemed a slow melodic sort of tune.   Oh, there are certain ideals on my mind that weigh heavily to be understood yet for that moment, that initial lull I could…

  • On People, Love, and executive orders …

    I am thinking about my Muslim students tonight. I am thinking about my Latino, Mexican, African American, Somali, Hispanic, Russian, Asian & White students tonight. I am imagining the confusion in their minds this evening and this weekend as they realize their lives have been measured rather than given the freedoms they would like to…

  • Check Your Need

    Check your nails, primp your hair, fix your tie, pull that food out of your teeth, people die ~ Meet the boss, play the silly fool, smile to your strangers walking by, be sure we all can see your eyes, people die ~ plan your life, hug your animal frolic in the springtime air, plant…

  • When Reality Speaks

    While we stood in line, the visions we imagine, continue on their way, uninterrupted, cold to the touch in manner of sensitive good. ~ Shelter the soul of the hurt and desperate ideal in the order of humanity’s mortality we could find distraction to be our nemesis. ~ Witness the truth of the vulnerable soulful…

  • When I Was 17

    I remember not wanting to be around, afraid of my own shadow, playing anxiety games with my friends, see who could cover their shadow, who might understand the freedom the real world, the possibility that exists beyond our dreams. ~ I remember sleepless nights with an amphetamine, the coursing through my veins attitude, we could…

  • Last Night’s Anxiety

    Real. Made up will not suffice. Perfection is a model for memory when lost in the shadow of fear. Unstoppable. Passive. Remarkable in patterned stealth tendrils suffocation drawn. Observation. Callous. in every waking moment a trapping, a formidable locksmith might overlook. Posture. Presence. Quite assured no response to time could offer solution, satisfaction. Perhaps. Solution.…

  • Anxiety Rush

    I think the day was rather sunny, at least that I recall, layered in my own shawl a travesty of the fall of humanity. ~ Could we ever move in freedom if when we blink an eye there is the question why should we attempt design a kingdom. ~ When while a spiritual guide exists…