What Crosses My Mind

  • Subconscious Tears

    It’s when the moment is gone we can feel it drift away leaving meaning apart, the concept shared decidedly forgotten about an island a small fortune of nothing drifting waves slap our egos so we look upon that sunny horizon and realize nothing remembered take a picture and years from now, that moment we will…

  • Why Sisters Are Cool

    I called my sister today, before I even uttered a word she asked me if everything was ok, then in a gasp I tried to breathe she said then, what’s wrong?   I called my sister today, before I even uttered a word I knew I could lose my shit and she would think it…

  • ‘Slowly Melting Snowy Vistas’

    An idea, a visual reminder to help find footing rather than wallow in what might feel lost, our lives precious, imagine only nature is a cycle eternal while forever.   Once while in wonder reminded by favor a slow descent in time while all around lives experience a monotony of time wishing purpose witness a…

  • when the words don’t matter

    Sitting by the shoreline, the water fairly calm, a sharp breeze enough to suggest only the time of year.   watching seagulls swift past the eery history of the mast wondering just when waters would ever tell me a secret.   I could listen for hours while the sun began to dance along soft waves…

  • If, Wonder Might Recall

    We circle our lives in a constant twirl deciding upon a sacred trust of following trails cascading in waters a fresh, puritanical veil we are always looking, wondering, in a wander if this is what is meant to be our only real.   Remember when as a child the sweet irony of morning the sun…

  • If We Were To Know

    Would we be the same if wherever we go vastly different claims would question ego.   I sat on a hill one day imagining my life wondering time away wandering in strife   So many of us each time we think we figured it out we walk again in line acting we know all about.…

  • Some Are Chosen

    While walking through a mine field, I stamped my feet knowing only would be my confidence address defeat   For it is a wonder sometime to know the reason why some we love are left to die, when afterward we cry.   It seems so clear that some are chosen to live this way while…

  • Choosing the Listener

    I wonder if it is so easy to recognize the sweet recall of one time being heard, when it could be felt, when word might resonate, walking along a creek, listening, the water gurgling forward, a purpose, a design, an always, and me, the quiet remedy to a vacant stare watching, wondering, hoping, waiting really…

  • A Little Boy

    when I was a little boy I had no idea the man I would become; inside all of this anxiety remains that little boy screaming sometimes to not recall the day innocence gave its departure notice to his only grasp upon sweet reality   when I was a little boy I understood universal love

  • If, Again

    If once we were partners though shadowed intimate decisions drove us apart, our lives seemingly drawn in more necessary direction, would it be possible to find purpose in knowing … again.   If the world were able to walk in the shoes of those they despise would it be possible then for each of our…