What Crosses My Mind

  • Strawberry Moon 6/24/2021

  • Wander Away At 60

    I wonder sometimes, the rains outside no different than they ever can be, paint the ground with symbolic elements of nature, if we could all just walk away hang out in the woods, stay alone away from carrying on misinterpretations of what it is we might have once realized and then, well the time, watch…

  • A Positive Trust

    We walked alone inside a dream there was always the moon in the sky kept an eye on every internal scream forever we were we might not deny.   I walked outside alone tonight, looked up and there it was looming awaiting someone romantic might wish the beauty of life becoming.   The nature of…

  • Sunday Night Moon

    If I could, how my body winds down inside a cavernous dream I might truly admit to feeling down, rather wish to imagine my life a dream.   A Sunday night and here I go, winding down like the moisture in a culvert draining toward a bitter end, and yet in a moment, I glanced…

  • 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 in a Savage Moon

    It is in the city I live in, surrounded by neighbors I’d maybe wish to know better than I do, beyond the hellos, the waves, the talk of lawns and summer ending. Last night I imagined the moon and everything it brought to my mind. The rains were apparent, so I could not see it…

  • Reeling in Midnight’s Anxiety

    Glance toward the sky the mood, the more I think about the lunacy; the absurd notions sweep across mind’s eye ~ Guide me through the havoc, let me at least find a way to calm an edgy hallowing urgency, cross paths with my ego, find the setting sun to be surreal. ~ Grant me one…

  • Ancient Moon / Blood Moon

    We see the same you and I, years before we stood today. We wonder similar paths while away our worried soul yet out there again just the same the blood red moon, holds us all we are together once again, like the time before, and when we did, wonder the same, that other eon, that…

  • Full Moon Solitude

    There again, distant indications always aware above all other aspects of reality. Glance through windows, presence has arrived to perhaps cause shudder, maybe another frame of mind, before actually seeing the light itself. Whole neighborhoods respond to your coming alive, in the shadowy grace of cast marvels. We all may wonder as your trail wanders…

  • Beauty’s Repose

    *** In twilight hour when moonlit streaks in nighttime waves, sudden urges mount a heavy heart to wonder when, maybe how, in the brightness of day, the change will be made. Such round orb mentality skewed resource of fragile strength within the heart’s own organic timing, waits again for fear and indecision purveyors of frailty.…