What Crosses My Mind

  • Thinking the Essence of Man

    Who are we he said over a beer with a friend, troubled by the circumstance of a gender bending authority in his mind, yet in another’s an opportunity perhaps to find Grace between man and woman, to know some spiritual guidance will take our lives much further then simple rejection.   Oh, but simple is…

  • Whisper Security

    I was told everyone carries the same anxiety, I walked into the room and asked the man boldly, can you tell me what it is they fear so assuredly, he said, that’s not the issue, the point is variety. ~ I’ve always wondered about the man in the suit, the woman groomed with a svelte…

  • Real People

    Those that speak, believe, feel Those that cry, question, deal Those that travel deep inside a fear might discover there’s nothing there. ~ I once knew a friend, a true compadre she would tell me when I was having an odd day. ~ Last year I became resolute I learned how to play the flute…

  • To Write a Wrong

    Clever we are given allowance with our word an opportunity to state simply the absurd. ~ Yet today with vast swift lines of hyper-space so often our word becomes a shadowed face. ~ We slap one another gladly with the aim of syntax always apparent, forever feeling no hidden tax ~ Unlike some childhood when…

  • At Seventeen Again

    Years later, I returned, I didn’t ask, I just recall the time I lived there, alone in my own quiet space, lumbering vacant emotions were near. I glance around the hallways see the faces exist alone together, happy, smiling, crying, scared defiant, denied, demands, devoid of all the worry that years later, their lives will…