What Crosses My Mind

  • I Cried For You Today

    A sadness occurs when rain speaks talks of a surrounding pool of grief Once in awhile the woods cannot give solace to the falling showers of common recall and contribution. I like to spend my time in the forest, often there are moments where truly I have hidden from the reality of life amongst the…

  • Finding Streams

    Go home and write a page tonight Let that page come out of you – then it will be true                      -Langston Hughes I ask them all to do it, my students wide eyed or sleepy take these words and let them become yours, tell us…

  • A Home Alone

    Off in the distance Quiet memory took place Closing door is chance

  • Having A Cry

    Just now, in the quiet atmosphere, where no one might hear my sigh. A silent recall today a different time, conversation and laughs, and then a glance, a pause when eyes purposely met one another again. Quite evident is the changing focus, something exciting to us both.   I will remember you a saying just…

  • A Distant Child

    In a quiet state I would recognize the distance Between the now of experience toward childhood We might wish to have a redo on pain if we could Seems a simple prospect to imagine all is chance.   When returning to some original memory in life Oh to know the patterns that drove our own…

  • Wausau 1979

    Try to imagine where it was, the moment inside a memory, what did the breeze feel like, certainly there was one, the glen inside a cove surrounded in maples and pine, and short shrifts of sumac pine needles all across the forest wood where we as children climbed only the same tree, familiar branches, I…

  • A Silent Snow

    It’s okay, he said. The snow began to fall, and he wondered about the natural course of things. While tucked away in the corner, reflections of life carried on, a conversation between two lovers, innocent to the eyes around, simply enthralled she said with a smile, and he sort of moved in.   They hadn’t…

  • Pieces of Time

    I wonder about what might remain, the pieces of me throughout a memory, is it my own, someone I knew, I know, a circumstance I cannot return.   If I were to wander far enough into the forest, might I be sure to follow some path a traveling analogy holding promise for tomorrow.   Forever…

  • Pieces of Me

    Wish I could find smallish memory wrap them in twine drop them in the sea Then might my eyes witness some effort now questioning why an absorbent support Will their history rather sink than float farewell this century shadowed life he wrote Above water may I not abhor Pain left living on the ocean floor

  • A Canyon Rite of Passage

    the reality of time outtakes and fantasy easy climbs sheer cliffs human mortality tested in a tourist manner of conceit.   One afternoon, a quiet gentleman decided his time an essential promise reached its end how easy the edge.   Standing alone he imagined just how far might be the land would they even know…