What Crosses My Mind

  • I Won’t Stop Listening

    If only because, I want to make a point, I want to suggest, I want to indicate, I want to somehow reach your eyes, I won’t be able to have you hear me, yet, somehow, we can be in the same room, by virtue of the words we think, we might imagine. ~ The same…

  • When Hope takes Holiday

    The park seemed so attainable, safe, reachable, nothing sharp, or piercing, only the equipment that satisfied my eyes, always, morning through night, hours of fun she said, and insisted, and prayed that I might, then understand. ~ Before the storms arrived, I knew my ground, wished for fairy tale dreams, while searching the skies as…

  • Yesterday’s Lives

    Once, I recall a crisp morning listening to the radio describe Bobby Kennedy’s iron lung By the end of the day I was listening to music again. Yesterday, and probably later on today lives will be lost at the hands of war all of which are names we don’t know. ~ Yet, in the blogs…

  • War Overdrive

    We live in a world drawn by the impact of modern technology every news cast is sure to alarm you, bodies and limbs at 8 minute intervals we’re told the devastation is awful yet we watch anyway, we are told there are gruesome stories yet we listen anyway we are told again that immigration is…

  • Stop the Conversation

    A lot of theory being tossed around about who is responsible, what monster is bombing our children yet, no answers being readily made, only accusations, shallow theories, don’t hold a candle to the shallow graves our children are laying in. Day after day the reports are grim, we can’t turn on the tube without analysis,…

  • Vintage Concern

    When I was a child, my mother, whose influence upon me, lasted for many years, still does, when I think about what I want to say. She didn’t believe in war, didn’t understand Vietnam, when I asked her one day what the fight was about, I was ten, she said, ‘sugar cane’ Seemed rather simple…