What Crosses My Mind

  • Sedentary State of Mind

    Walking home one afternoon, I noticed she cared about my world. She was always the center of my attention, a popular girl I was privileged walking her home every afternoon, climbing actual hills winding paths until our homes a block apart appeared on the horizon, indicating now my time would wane her goings to her…

  • When Time Stands Still

    Usually news, not just an epiphany, perhaps a tragedy, friend nearby, makes us want to have a long cry when we, well similar sounding sigh, we, well, I cannot really describe the loss of uniformity while chaos rears its impulsivity upon the normalcy of our lives. ~ Last night a dear friend told me news…

  • The Notion of Giving Up

    I’m in a bit of a crisis, so I’m going to write from my heart. I don’t really know where this will take me, if only to let me vent some of my fears, and find some peace. I recently came to a conclusion about important aspects of my life, and a need to make…

  • Two Would Pass Together

    (dedicated to the goodness of time, a friend and his family) When in a moment we might reflect upon the reason, we could together share a memory, the fleeting laughter, we would do this together, wouldn’t we create a scene, a wonderful attribute, of the years, oh the many years, the travels we knew without…

  • When Rounding Corners

    Recall the velocity of our lives while shapes and arrows aim high, the low horizons remain like knives keeping us grounded without deny ~ We can believe we are always free, yet in a moment the trappings of love ask us when we might remember we were once listening to the cooing dove. ~ Speaks…

  • Letters from Home

    When I was a child I had a good friend who went to his cabin as time would lend I remember a day when another neighbor and I sat at our table to write him a letter. We were barely 13 and I suggested we do this as and act of kindness he’d remember later.…

  • Happy to Know You

    The other day I saw someone on the street reminded me of when you and I were sweet she smiled and laughed and postured well to his eyes and manner, he felt a quiet swell. I wondered about how these moments work when two people can solidify a single quirk that to the naked eye…

  • Nature’s Clearing

    We would then remember that summer day When our lives wound serene along the trail With all the world around love without fail Would we understand how simple our way ~ Now recognize we each might contribute New smiles that could lead quiet minds astray Needless of concrete, cities while away Note the autumn grain…