What Crosses My Mind

  • Living With The Pain I Will Never Endure

    It’s been a day now, and I am trying to wrap my head around the terrible events of yesterday at Annunciation School in Minneapolis. I’m not sure how to think except to feel the devastation that the students who went through this hell will have to live with going forward. I’ll never be able to…

  • I Remember John Lennon

    I’m listening to ‘Mind Games’ right now. I woke this morning imagining I would write about John Lennon, this being the 38th year since he was gunned down outside the Dakota in New York City. I’ve since visited the site many times over the years, and every time there is an ominous takeaway that speaks…

  • Different Set of Eyes

    Yesterday morning, while sitting in a writing lab with a student, we both received notifications at the same time, about the Houston tragedy – Tragedy in Texas – and we talked for a minute or two of our sadness. We exchanged the usual, it keeps happening, oh that’s scary, terrible, any number of coined phrases that…

  • While We Wait We Witness

    A firestorm of controversy, life turned upside down, dangling in the clouds are the idealists, the true companions of our forgiveness.   On earth here in damp soil trodden upon by the masses there are children screaming parents crying siblings a wonder of just where it all belongs.   In the news today there’s noise…

  • When Obama Cries

    I would ask you this, when your criticism mounts, do you remember your own tears? When President Obama shows real tears, is there a moment when we wonder about ourselves, when human nature responds with emotion, we enjoy, we love, we relish the opportunity to point out our weak society. When the Newtown tragedy was…

  • Haven’t Heard

    I listened only long enough to fear, the easiest emotion, that moment when suddenly confusion, our lives, becomes less about being in control, far more about wanting to run away. I want that, more than anything else in the world, I don’t want to be there when it happens. I don’t desire definition. Whether we…

  • Rain On

    We woke up to the storm, same chilling atmosphere last night, a carryover to our daily, acceptance, though there are few that do really understand the entire picture, except that that fits that that allows our own delusion to satisfy our societal angst. ~ Perhaps for some … ~ Would that we could be the…

  • Trying to Focus on Home

    There’s this thing happening, on the streets of my neighborhood, there isn’t a name really, just a lot of confusion. ~ Oh some like to call it inalienable rights, others refer to the strength of the NRA. ~ Whatever the cool language of the day, what matters more are the continued loss of life. ~…

  • People Killing People

    (this is clearly just an example of venting without any regard to form or structure. Somehow I was tying Lennon’s death to the senseless shooting in Roanake, and intermingled recent controversy over Lennon’s past. Not quite sure where I was going yet.) ~ When I was a younger man, an impressionable lad, I followed an…

  • A Morning Stroll (after the tragedy)

    Walk with eyes open, a different look today, notice the change of heart, perhaps a hesitation, that normal glance of hello now secondary to this inherent need shadows fear’s trepidation. ~ Seems everyday can never be the same as it were, when yesterday the stroll seemed arbitrary. Crossing the street occurs always a bit easier…