What Crosses My Mind

  • Exile (Minneapolis)

    What might feel like home, has left the arena to make room for an old played out charade. We can’t go shopping, dining, visiting neighbors in home and afar, without fearing this ill reckoning. What’s my home once was yours. Today let’s create a serious code, lets find security in our communication, help us all,…

  • An Absence

    While everywhere around me seems a chaotic journey. I can’t help thinking that somehow I might lose my way. We all seem to be climbing this long ladder of despair. Each rung representing a hurdle. I feel like I honestly walk around in a daze, realizing everything true, is happening around me. I wake up…

  • A Stolen Life

    Struggling to make this whole thing feel okay.  News we depend upon,  many different faces.  In each other’s sentiment,  a victim lays dead.  Kids are carrying banners that bleed,  a request for justice in the eyes of a child.  – I’m an old man,  I don’t know how to react.  I’m an angry old man.…

  • I Feel Fear

    I saw it, reviewed it and I fell apart, the symbols were evident and stark. All day I wondered how I’d react, came home, turned on the news and immediately felt at fault, felt like I was glorifying her death, because of the horrific Hollywood replay. Truth is she was only trying to live her…

  • 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…