What Crosses My Mind

  • Remember Once

    There was this book-bag seemed to hold a truth some passionate memory like a one I could be there I felt you near me wanting only your love and your shared eyes ours together we could cry and still know the truth ~ My path is my own I am happy to share as long…

  • Stepping Away

    Many times in my life, have I stepped away, taken a breather, had my hand forced … yet, when does the time come when we can honestly say, the choice is my own for me to decide in some sort of even way, not a hostile arrangement, by any means, so out of character, would…

  • A Working Man

    I am a working man, with a verve, passion, a concept of what I feel is right in the vocation that I am.   I need to see the might of quickly drawn out ideals that give me inspiration, capture a full moon at night.   I watched her drive away her smile was something…

  • Critical Circumstance

    We do measure our lives our accomplishments a steadfast ability to compete with ourselves. If might our lives not be so easily swept by the tides of societal expectation what then might be our end game. Would we survive if we came to realize nothing else really mattered beyond the satisfaction of, inevitably, ourselves?  …

  • Moments in a Blizzard

    Windswept sky designs landmark, the world is being blanketed by that force greater than our own, a magical parade of Nature’s wrath, in the simplest manner of beauty.   Oh her strength apparent inside the wonder of it all, the winter storm, a blizzard upon our discontent, perhaps we might fly away.   Lost inside…

  • Fearing The Worst

    I remember the dreams, the constant reminders a continual tease, a surreal world of sidewinders   Each one with a story, a parallel universe would try to shake me, send me in reverse.   I could never tell if a person real or imagined, it was a nightmare the bottom was assigned.   Otherwise the…

  • Wausau 1979

    Try to imagine where it was, the moment inside a memory, what did the breeze feel like, certainly there was one, the glen inside a cove surrounded in maples and pine, and short shrifts of sumac pine needles all across the forest wood where we as children climbed only the same tree, familiar branches, I…

  • 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…

  • Once

    There was this young man, he didn’t understand, lived his life by some societal demand. Each day, from morning he began to try to find answers inside his own head.   The throbbing always until night’s end, wanting resolve, wishing solution, medicating blues begging forgiveness for strange ideals he would never readily realize.   Watching…

  • Our Spectacular Being

    I can feel you, crossing a path, planting my feet in the morning mud, last night’s rainfall, making apparent the day ahead would not carry the same weight in a sunny afternoon.   I think about aging sometimes, more than some would like, I imagine those days, suggesting, if I could … all over again.…