What Crosses My Mind

  • Ticking Clocks

    It’s 2 am a little Brubeck echoing in the silence some distant harmony making allowance for a mind unable to shut down, just quiet, listening to various clocks set their own time, ticking reminders of the seconds, tearing about the fabric of our own sanity.   There are pictures on the wall, each holding court…

  • I Am Affected

    I am affected by maybe one, perhaps two, often it might be you, the state of mind I carry through my day, coordinates with how I feel, how I say, I’m doing just okay, and then the hours creep on by until later in my own quiet solace, I realize the two, maybe one, maybe…

  • A Little Billie Holiday for Him

    I thought I might listen to a little Billie tonight, his memory is fresh in my mind. I ‘d like to think he did a little swing in time, her words, her melody, a smile. This is a good man we honor today in dreams a mover with a heart of humble pie. if Billy…

  • Crowd Noise

    While saxophone serenade melody, glance across the room, and the world is alive, with activity, purpose, longevity, we all seem to want a similar drive, waiting for the sunset, while just realizing the crisp morning of a summer day, we are living without any regret, sharing our lives together with coffee and a gentle sway.…

  • Every Night

    the satchel lays under the bed, packed for size, just the essentials that later define a life, right now, well, just a bag with some assorted goods. Put me on a freight heading west and it suddenly, like the click-clack of the tracks, becomes everything we own in the world, leaving the rest behind. ~…

  • Tournament Games

    In the corner played jazz tonight, spending the afternoon celebrating history, they’ll recall the time they danced, twenty years from now they’ll see the game, almost picture where they were sitting, imagine how it felt, who they saw, what mattered, and the throwaways, like a half court toss to the lane that trickles out of bounds,…

  • Souls in Grace – Sparkling Stars # 19 – Haiku

    In here I am speaking of a world I do not personally know, yet only can imagine. In time, though we, with knowledge of what is real may slowly strive to then appreciate change, and center our world with ‘love’ ~ We did know her pain witnesses of vacancy in the Man that spoke ~…