What Crosses My Mind

  • PTSD – The Children

    When I was twelve years old, I lost my cousin. He was five months younger than me. We were close. I didn’t really understand what was happening when we drove to his home for the memorial service. The funeral was held in his catholic elementary school church. I remember the whole weekend trying to piece…

  • Three Years Later

    I still want to figure it out even when it doesn’t matter, I think about those days, all the different ways we did live our lives, we did hide our sorrows. I think about the time now, the what ifs the why nots the constant barrage of never knowing how. We live a certain way…

  • When Time Stands Still

    Usually news, not just an epiphany, perhaps a tragedy, friend nearby, makes us want to have a long cry when we, well similar sounding sigh, we, well, I cannot really describe the loss of uniformity while chaos rears its impulsivity upon the normalcy of our lives. ~ Last night a dear friend told me news…

  • The Monster

    He walked alongside, non-descript, hoping to be noticed in order to quell such is the pain inside of an insecure mind.   Started as a child, one day he lost all hope in the manifest of life over death, or the cruel hand of God in what we call a miracle, yet absurd, inside the…

  • A Working Man

    I am a working man, with a verve, passion, a concept of what I feel is right in the vocation that I am.   I need to see the might of quickly drawn out ideals that give me inspiration, capture a full moon at night.   I watched her drive away her smile was something…

  • Its Quiet Routine

    Its deafening balance is one to be reckoned, the quiet inside a sallowed severance, the act of dismissal, the purity within timely terror on life on reason on separation on courage on and on and on and on we go the circus of our lives.   Its measure of circumstance erupts in a vision, perhaps…

  • A Terrible Week

    I found myself crying a lot this week. I don’t mind a good cry, it can be rather cleansing. However, this emotion I experienced had layers. It had begun early in the weekend, the truth of a sudden turn in my life had reckoned itself to such a degree I felt for the first time…

  • 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…