What Crosses My Mind

  • On White Privilege

    I was pissed today, they didn’t get it, instead, they threw it away, opportunity, look around the room, everyone has a set of eyes, focus on the corneas, nothing else, notice the tear ducts, they exist, Everything else is added baggage, meant to confuse and display, every wonder why? The eyes? I stood outside in…

  • Whose Fight Is This?

    When did the word respect become a distant memory. Whenever the wind blows a certain way, do we have to only comply. While a thought crosses the mind of a quiet soul, we might think of another’s low. ~ The other afternoon, I noticed them gathered together, realized their fortune to be each other only…

  • When People Do Depart

    Years ago, with a stamp and a leap of faith, I would begin my wait, until one sunny afternoon, I would see the delivery, always hoping you might be there, to say hello, ~ So often as the gravel chimed my feet, I would hear your voice again, through the words on paper, a parchment…

  • Immediacy and Now

    *** When I was a kid, immediacy meant maybe, I could hope and pray, yet, always there was that quiet confusion, not knowing, well, certainly, not expecting. Unless, I was given motive, back then, if the carrot were dangled I would, indeed, with the fervor of ambitious childhood, be pursuant and indeed, adamant, that chance…

  • On Sheltered Words

    If when I choose to lay my soul I’m careful to always remain whole then will the clouds ahead remain waiting with a vengeance innane ~ while waking again with a certain fear I lay in my space afraid of what is near I want only to be happy without sad reminders that eventually turn…