What Crosses My Mind

  • Misplace Design

    We believe we are, a contemporary to what once seemed a regularity, yet we cannot seem to get past the truth.   Do you, we, can everyone feel it in the moment, when we least desire to be noticed, that fear returns, always knocking on our door.   This thing about love, when least expected,…

  • My Dear Friend, Our Inspiration

    Ah summertime. It is true. Many times in our lives, as a teacher, we would like to retreat toward that which would make life easier. Perhaps we choose to fall into a string of Netflix series, or our favorite crime show rather than take care of the busy work of maintaining our home, both the…

  • ‘Slowly Melting Snowy Vistas’

    An idea, a visual reminder to help find footing rather than wallow in what might feel lost, our lives precious, imagine only nature is a cycle eternal while forever.   Once while in wonder reminded by favor a slow descent in time while all around lives experience a monotony of time wishing purpose witness a…

  • Looking The Part

    Wonder the curling fingertips, the adamant task drawing locks security in the presence of life.   Check austere provisions, a smooth swiff, filling jars, a man pacing the room, always in a wonder of how.   A picture of human interaction “I’m going solo” spoke a gentleman java guide, off to the focal point where…

  • Looks Define

    When listening to music, it piques the state of mind, if in a moment, we might be inspired, by a sound, a coined phrase, a certain lyric, oh so that’s all just fine, though, it is when the voice takes flight, when while listening, suddenly I’m drawn to a distant place, somewhere I’ve never found,…

  • This Quiet Passion

    It is a love, a desire, a response to silence, for so many occasions, while the skies do glance the usual, always, the emotions might trigger, might respond, could offer a storm of wrath, or perhaps, when least we anticipate, a light rain, to cleanse our soul, allow our lives to breathe, beyond the casual…

  • Wonder Wheel

    A melody in a state of mind, a thought motivates a certain disc, recording, desire to hear a nostalgic notion. Used to be we would carefully, lift the cover off our lives, to keep the dust away, listen for hours to a melody that suggests we live this way, in a rhythmic trance, a desired…

  • We Cannot Choose

    Search the horizon, acknowledge the occasional bump, maybe a blemish, a stained reality screaming aloud. Pause to breathe, yet don’t step away, keep your eye on obligation, imagine the pearl in the rough awakening, striving and helpless, until time graced innocence accentuates grief’s consequence. Well ahead there exists a euphoric sunrise, perhaps grayed with callous…

  • Wanting To Be Struck Again

    Gray sheathes of dark matter waft upon a soul in peril In the Heavens we gather all of our apparel. Once before I could cry now today cannot figure out why instead lay my heart down to this struggle a constant reminder of how life can truly boggle the mind. Tossed under the evening dew…

  • School Doors Knocking

    I can hear the sound at night, the clasp when the handle shakes as the door slams shut. This is not an offensive sound, simply the mechanics of the entry to my classroom. Tonight, while I lay in bed, having usurped the beauty of summer’s heat, my head is gradually shifting, a knowing, necessary accentuate…