What Crosses My Mind

  • Let My Tears Remain

    Please do not offer me solace, help me forget the pain I feel, imagine a different world too soon, in order to find a peace we all …   We’re crying I hope, I would like to imagine every household, each quiet ride in a commute, listening to reality rather than fiction, I would wish…

  • Lacking Skin

    I draw little attention to who I am based solely upon a certain gem some would call the bane of life yet I might think of none of them. ~ I walk in a department store alone gather little if any attention shown I could probably open the register take a dollar bill and dial the…

  • I Protest

    I walk into the fray, to suggest, I disagree with the status quo. There it begins, our ability to change, We do need only the challenge to create the fear of reprisal. Yet everywhere we look in the books, the words, the platforms, wherever we land always seems to encourage, the ability to change, I…

  • Finding Fear

    I think I was twelve, I know I was, but perhaps I try to forget. I know I wanted some explanation, a discussion, a civil acceptance. We were children we didn’t need to understand only live our quiet, innocent lives without knowing discretion. Please let me explain while you summon your … benevolent attitude. When…

  • When Fear Steps Aside

    The brutal truth that piece of stark reality seldom heard, inside the whines, the cries, the lies. When life steps on a figurative land-mine we do explode inside. We rant, we act-out, wielding weapons of words to suggest how wrong YOU are, how sweet life might be if THEY step away. Yet in the quiet…

  • A Ferguson Retrospect

    http://www.wausaudailyherald.com/story/opinion/2014/08/29/wausau-ferguson-column/14814491/

  • When Hope takes Holiday

    The park seemed so attainable, safe, reachable, nothing sharp, or piercing, only the equipment that satisfied my eyes, always, morning through night, hours of fun she said, and insisted, and prayed that I might, then understand. ~ Before the storms arrived, I knew my ground, wished for fairy tale dreams, while searching the skies as…

  • What Is Love?

    Do you know, I’m asking, I need your help. How rare to have a moment to pause to think maybe imagine there are answers outside of your comfort zone outside of your comfort zone outside of your usual way of thinking. Instead of ‘you’  let’s talk about me, walk inside my world and tell me…

  • Can You Hear the Music?

    There ain’t no music tonight, It stopped again, we are lost in a swirl, fog of hate & vitriolic acid. We want to believe  our lives have changed to look past the hate. ~ We are fed too well, looking at streets in chaos while a reporter freshly coifed, looking pretty, expresses the horror, across…

  • A National Opportunity

                    *** Shhh … Can you hear it? Opportunity … Yet, yes the wonder. How did we get here; Where might we possibly go! ~ Did you know some school yards will suppress a gathering of three or more. So in other words, leaving individuals on their own…