What Crosses My Mind

  • God’s Trappings

    Take a stroll through my catholicism, while my indoctrination of current thinking results from the influences around me, you, that person the other day, touched my soul, without ever acknowledging you knew me. I was there alone, in my everyday form: citizenry, politely aloof, misdirected guidance, wondering just how the day might evolve. Along the…

  • Imagine Elsewhere

    While the sun rises in the East her thoughts are not upon you even though we believe at times, our lives connect out of the blue. ~ We always must allow our world capable of knowing only a local reality that otherwise so often twirled in circumstance, becomes our focal ~ point of reference. There is…

  • Sleep Little Children

    We are a fancy lot, our trends, our needs, our visual aids, yet we need to sleep, no matter the place or time … When you glance think of your comforts, imagine a day without your favorite linens, such hardships, such unfair realities, then recall, imagine … There are those we take for granted, we…

  • On Sunday Mornings

    We all live in the certainty of time wondering in dreamstates of life sublime. A child would live Sunday mornings through You Seeking answers in a gaze, sky streaked blue. Might happiness just be attained like that a conscious choice, an idioscyncrat – Tick, a charmed ballet in life’s aftermath, In autumn’s grace cleansed anew, without Wrath. We…

  • Continue to Speak Love (2015)

    We have a significant passage of time, symbolic notions of change in the air. We want to forget what we dismiss, dislike, disregard, disillusionment remains though. We wish to wake in the morning and forget the ill-mannered demons of the past. Perhaps we may, if only we dialogue along the way, We must remember opportunity.…

  • This Cave Inside My Mind – A Sonnet

    There is an open field in that we lie, basking in the clean air of denial. Winds sweep our emotions. Wondering why we settle in a cove, a sheltered soul. Scream across glistening open meadows feel the abrasive roots of harvest pull upon our spirit, weak, human fear glows. Waiting to ignite, with hopes we fulfill real…

  • The Gathering Mist – A Sonnet a Day

    Shrouds veil our rise within the morning’s mist, like pure raindrops suspended in cool air we are reminded certain moments missed will walk our day, must we believe it fair? The mind, a wandering vessel of hope battles sea worthy giants of despair with each walk, we tangle a fierce strung rope that clings to every fiber; hanging…

  • I Remember Why

    I started writing again to better understand why words had such an impact on the world around me. I know I can put a phrase together more easily than most, but at the same time, if I cannot win the battle with my internal demons, what is really the point in putting words together if…

  • Cry Only For Me

                  ~ Cool morning frost play upon car windows knowing what lies ahead, wanting something else that might suit her mood. Always a glance yet sometimes only the damp wind that blows across naked skin; trudges unwilling toward another circumstance. When chance sweet spiritual grace in peace drawn love embrace…

  • Finding My Way

    I might have found you I’ve spent some time too searching everywhere seems rather unfair ~ When a little child only just so mild I was told you’re all we know I believed in time you’d show ~ I used to complain a lot figured everywhere I fought would be a mark against me some…