What Crosses My Mind

  • Winter In Minnesota

    Something refreshing a pristine winter. fresh sunlit  snow touch silent runner’s eye layered across a landscape painted sky, we might let troubles risen disappear   if in this moment, trees become statues dignified pose, a carnival in ice. shaded sphere of heat will nearby suffice light up a runner’s path – dawn guided views  …

  • 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…

  • Carpe Diem #898 Yukibare (clear sky between (after) snowfall)

    clear pane deception looking glass cool naked eye crystal clear ~ an internal fire contrasts blue shimmer sky window crystalize ~ would we walk together in morning ice crystal eyes ~ Carpe Diem #898

  • I Was Walking

    Alone in the city an arctic mass of wind and ice each step a crunch  while eyes scanned the surroundings I felt the wet perspiration on my forehead, lips, cheeks begin to freeze while I moved. I glanced through open windows to see lives at dinner time each one comforting the other with songs of…

  • Summer Notions

    I stood soaking in the rain last night Weeks of that dry relentless sunlight Baking our naked soul, hot tarred street Bodies over tanned, burned by the heat ~ The apartment feeling summer’s wrath Long, windless, aching for some draught Scorching relationships, angst abound I hadn’t known quite how I’d be found ~ Last night…

  • Sitting on Ice

    You know the feeling Too cold to relax Too easy to react A sort of waiting for the moment In hopes that no one can lament Upon the urgency of leaving ~ The ice Frozen in time Sculptures of a paradigm Simple words that when conveyed May suddenly be easily splayed Like dice ~ Hitting…

  • A Cold Reality

    When I drive by the spot, I am immediately reminded of how painful the memory is; a moment in my life that I have never tried to discard, but only keep strong in my mind for the value of sentiment. To me, to speak of love is to know when everything I felt important in…