What Crosses My Mind

  • When A Child Dreams

    I would dream summers running through hemlock brush scratches naked calves the moment, lost in its mystique   When we were kids we were ushered out of the house play until you drop play until you drop   We didn’t mind being ushered out we were in our element children of summer   When I…

  • The Obituary

    I wonder how they felt it might read, summing up their life, in a nutshell, passing through all of the bad times, focus upon the good, the energy, the meaning, the society we live in deems the necessary truths. If we knew, would we then change our mind, if we could stand in the back…

  • Saturday Nights

    I remember those nights wondering, hoping, stepping through a wood like forest in the confusion. I recall looking outside of myself and seeing a lonely man phone never rang, doorbell silent, even the neighborhood would seem vacant. I remember Saturday nights filling the void, hoping to avoid anyone recognizing my pain always with a smile…

  • Touched By Real

        He smiled and the world listened if only for a moment when everyone else seemed driven and lost. On a spring morning He appeared around the corner and changed my direction, I was suddenly moved by you. Your spirit, your energy, your passion Your beautiful grin rather simply shouted ‘I’m awesome’ ~ We…