What Crosses My Mind

  • Finding One Door

    This matter of doors, talked about in quiet rooms, where two people, maybe four, three could openly speak closing doors, reasons why, open doors, easily cry for there is some certain avenue allows us all to find our way, if we choose to be the person we might want to speak someday.   I remember…

  • While Listening To Time

    There it was, again, a reminder seems steeping, nearly scalding water, the verses played on and on, like droplets, an emotional victory, my intuition lay so naked surroundings familiar, I played the violin mindful song again, There it was second all it took, a simple thought I could travel then, away for miles while a…

  • These Keys

    In the woods, the wilderness evokes a sound of rustling, twigs snapping, a breeze through leaves that whisper a reality we cannot pretend away. Instead we listen, we joy in the simple nature of the forest in its pristine state, always waiting, forever growing, letting our lives appreciate its pure self. This is a key…

  • With Piano Keys I Muse

    I wait for the right note, a soft touch, distant tone, perhaps a high sharp strike, my heart breathes the resonance. I am immediately drawn to a time, a different place we speak, when everything is bliss, and the pain is no longer an option. We are easily pleased in memory, with the musical intercessions of…

  • The News

    The rains came today Amidst news of government shutdowns. In a mid-town café All the faces held practiced frowns, Voices lingered, High pitched with banters pledged “Well I figured,” Shouted a nearby man on the edge. When the skies lit up There wasn’t any discussion of reprieve. I could reach for my cup Of java…