What Crosses My Mind

  • While Sitting Alone

    The picture window, my guide to the world around me, could be a rainy day, I watch the slick survival of a city, might now sunshine cast shadows, while domesticated bird houses offer a gallery, for my child-like eyes, to always wonder why.   Soft fabric of the green sitting chair, matched the other nearby,…

  • I Remember Songs

    Riding in my car crossing freeways letting the music drive me home, I could sing out loud, imagining you with me, on the road together. I might glance your way, see you staring out the window, a smile that seemed so content, your hands resting upon levi jeans, tapping your fingers to a little Dylan.…

  • Lest We Forget We are Human Beings -prose-

    There’s a famous line in the relatively obscure movie Freedom Writers that has stuck with me since the first time I heard it in context. ‘You know what’s gonna happen when you die? You’re gonna rot in the ground.” – Erin Gruwell. The context speaks to a young African American student wanting to be recognized…