What Crosses My Mind

  • Once In A Visit

    We watched the snow together frost paned windows, I could feel your presence, you told me you wanted more. I hadn’t ever told you before, I was afraid I might lose you, in the balance of a life, we always make decisions, impact a lifetime. I had to be sure, just wanted to know. If…

  • Lives Weep

    While searching one day in autumn the sky was greying a sign is solemnity. If we consider the fee for living our lives in a travesty. We might forget just how simple our lives could be.

  • Watching Jumpers

    Driving over the bridge I thought about the edge, the lives standing on a ledge wondered til I felt a cringe   Thought of all the lives a beautiful spring day turning evening anyway bicyclists, walkers, drives   This quiet sense of wonder overcame my state of mind only a silent recall, remind it does…

  • For There Is Love

    We are taught to know love, a spectacular spiritual solemnity we embrace wonder wander through our lives with a constant in some evaluative sojourn.   We know lives touch the spirit of others in quiet encounters a silence can speak so tenderly in its clarity to know her, answer him, wander through a myriad of…

  • Two Lives – A Cultural Divide

    Dedicated to the short lives of Bushra Abdi, 19, and Zeynab (Hapsa) Abdalla 19   There are already open wounds two young women lost their lives their final moments in a panic with 911.   We have these preliminary assumptions the dead can no longer speak a certain beauty will now forever encompass the memory…

  • When A Mass Shooter Commits Suicide

    I feel lost and helpless, out of control, I cannot fathom the pain that is now endured by the family, the friend, the community, the loss of life so random and unexpected, … and this has nothing to do with the shooter.   I’m left in a fury of angst and simple confusion, I know…

  • Seeking Truths

    Walk with me this fine summer day, Let me understand just what this way of sharing ideals and complementing life can do to end the plight of immoral strife. We live in the land for freedom for everyone yet look outside and see how many haven’t one no singular feats to suggest an enterprise may…

  • Standing Room Only

    A Saturday morning, an American coffee shop, a normal milling of the usual, latte, specialty drinks, fritters, my black coffee, and people scattered throughout the room wearing their apple watches, laptops, fit-bits, along with the regular crowd … ~ An iconic assortment defines who we are as a society living within each other’s reach, eye…

  • I Wonder About Time

    I mean in years your eyes haven’t changed oh there’s the brow, the lines of endearment, but the vision, the deep soul of passion, that’s what I want to continue to see, I could go forever without being near you, yet suddenly in the dash of a moment, your eyes, their spiritual ambience, their need…

  • Time Release

    Inside a profound fog, the sort that speaks, silent as a breeze, noticeable along the way, are the many realities we sometimes, try to pretend away. ~ Walking alone I might understand, there is little nearby to disturb my pace, yet my same state of mind, wants to survive inside the maelstrom of a city…