What Crosses My Mind

  • We’re Gathering

    Well, we are, the next day or two, are you ready, do you have your favorite mask. Seems readily available when the time is right, nobody knows why except last year little Freddie … well that was one of those nights he gets out of control yeah but the kids, they’re always there always impressionable.…

  • Friends Will Reach

    I have had a few tough days. It is funny how quickly I can sometimes fall into what my mother would often call a low when her diabetes was out of balance. My lows aren’t the result of diabetes, not by any stretch. But I do have them, and I sometimes wish they didn’t exist…

  • A Foolish Proposal

    To imagine nobody knows, our hearts turn to stone we might waffle in envy, scorned by our own soul.   When a stroll in twilight seems singular what happens if the world around is forgotten.   Lives become measured without sacrifice only retrospective annals of lost imagined horizons.   While traffic lights blink, cast away…

  • Are You Ok?

    How do you ask Why do you ask Well, I’m alright yeah, I am.   We cannot predict this stuff nod your head show affirmation let the tears come think about … children nearby … grown adults they’re watching you, loving you, thanking you.   Everyone in the room is grateful within the tears, they…

  • Finding Voice

    I walked outside and screamed at the bottom of my driveway, only because I knew no one would notice, well, they did, and their doors shut, I stood in my neighborhood and felt completely alone.   The manicured lawns, similarly styled rose gardens, the roof repair and invisible fences, street signs that suggested we all…

  • I Have This Friend

    Cares about people, sacrifice, will go that extra, sort of realizes the game, wants little recognition, doesn’t really need validation, just wants a good sense of healing. Sound familiar right, the sort of ‘friend’ we sometimes envy, not looking for a lot, except the well-being of others – sure there are accolades, people love to…

  • t-

    This is just a name, with an occasional ‘boy’ added, an utterance, an  endearment, a memory, a thought brings a tear today, to know this man who carved my childhood, my neighbor, my kindly soul who always could be found outside living a full life with a beautiful partner, tending their garden, living love. ~…

  • By Gone Days

    If I were able to remember, I might rather not continue to glorify living by a rope’s single knot. ~ For every afternoon I soak in a wistful memory, I’ll easily pass on the fear of societal misery ~ While around me the world continues to age I wonder what’s it is like to finally…

  • Home, Then, Perspective

    When I glance today, I can bask in a vague recall of those times, young love, innocence weren’t we all some time wanting the drag of hours, minutes, years to give chance … ~ the streets are the same, rows of maple I do have to try hard to remember just how exacting my life…

  • Hometown Waves

    On the corner, in the local market, walking old familiar sidewalks, feel the energy, the constant racket, hearing voices familiar talks. ~ i drove past my childhood in several different avenues, and smiled a lot, while occasional stark recall suggested I’d been a little wild. ~ I recalled the night in the lower breezeway she…