What Crosses My Mind

  • 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,…

  • In The Quiet

    Her voice, for years my guiding melody, such sweet surreal knowledge. When I was a kid, I remember wondering if always unsure, was she walking or going away, the tears wouldn’t stop, I waited, that’s when I learned the true meaning of abandon … When I can sit and write these words, how might I define…

  • Old Songs

    Old lyrics, old words, same outcome, I could listen to Janis Ian all night long, talk about being ‘seventeen’ growing up, she brings tears to my eyes, I can’t exactly tell you why, perhaps it is a memory, maybe nostalgic, there are so many lives I’d wish to live again, and music, like Carly Simon…

  • When I Walk

    I use the sidewalk most of the time, that’s what I’m told. If I walk in the street so sublime, I might be thought old. When I was a child we used the pavement, back then there weren’t walks we could stroll on the left side, no argument, while having one of our talks. I…

  • Triggers

    I was wondering about triggers today, while the sunset reminded me … I spoke to a friend the other day, who mentioned anniversaries. We all seem to know some similar cycle a reflection in the mirror, we can recall a simple action in our lives, and suddenly be filled with fear. The canned word we…

  • Windswept TIme

    Watch the morning sunlight bright with radiant alarm, we can look upon the night wonder at the starlit charm. ~ Our lives will travel long inside a windswept storm, sometimes in light we belong, such urgent hardship is a norm. ~ I live a thousand years a day when all our beauty is real, within…

  • When in A Moment

    I could take a walk alone, through the city streets, without even a thought, just settling on the old oaks, cracked cobblestone, with years of lives exploring the same ideas, how to get from here to there, comfortable, peace, beautiful a brisk winter air always reminds me of a nostalgic walk so near … a…

  • Designed Day Dreams

    I remember that day, it was 7th grade civics class We had to draw the landscape the colors turning. We could see. When then we each with a notepad began to venture into a faraway retreat away, the sky brilliance our guide toward a fantasy. ~ I was unable to recall later that cold December…

  • Walk With Me – Ligo_Haibun

    Sunlight crisp in autumn winds, our walk brief, familiar yet deluded, sad, glance ahead … sweet memory lost my own heart truly tested quiet, walks away

  • Breathe In

    When that time arises to value our lives let the day arrive with all ifs fanfare. When the twinge of nostalgia might overwhelm, may cause inside our hearts a tear, a sadness, a what if we had then, just know that moment did occur. Now today we have our world around us, everything we believe…