What Crosses My Mind

  • 20 Years

    I stood on the corner concrete monoliths cracked surface scars held the past in shaded memories we created. Now time gives way to rooftop patios the sounds of live acts turned consumerism. I stood on the corner, looked at the faces, wondered if any age lines could recall my own youthful stares, the agony of…

  • Knocking On Doors

    I choose to navigate the open walkways, a common thread similarities in typical days places I dread. I wonder sometimes about certain choice if we might know just why it is we find the time to rejoice, however swift hearts grow. When a decision in retrospect is made we sometime slow realize that memory that…

  • Elegance Revisited on a Summer Lawn

    Sweet summer sounds begin night’s revelry We gather newly, friends of every walk of life distant paths did create a journey that brings us here to this date. Scan sure across the lawn and see each new smile, response, laughter suggests we all knew one another in time, another place when life moved fast, our…

  • Serenity

    A silent muse, peace, a posture wishful in why to seek serenity. A word, create a visual definition, breathe in breathe out breathe again for there is nothing without. I often want to travel back, stand in the hallway outside the cafeteria, where I can still remember the double locked lunchroom doors, almost feel their…

  • On Montmartre Stairs

    Circle Photo of The Day ( I do hope this fits with the figurative notion of ‘circles’) A rainy afternoon, we would cry together today, svelte hands and wrought iron rails, steps that concrete shavings felt right, we did smile as with our turn we might catch eyes, if not this turn, the next twirl…

  • t-

    This is just a name, with an occasional ‘boy’ added, an utterance, an  endearment, a memory, a thought brings a tear today, to know this man who carved my childhood, my neighbor, my kindly soul who always could be found outside living a full life with a beautiful partner, tending their garden, living love. ~…

  • Days Ago; Weeks Ahead

    Did you wonder if it was about then, that time, when we, well, while the world grew cynical around our own lives. Did you ever think we might be as necessary the cogs in the wheel, as anyone else who symbolized that same hypocrisy. Would you walk with me, just for a short while so…

  • Those That Walk Before Our Eyes

    We must not allow our lives to disappear, so much is the world of survival, the notion to suggest a memory, we do believe in the beauty of our lives known. We cannot ever let their marks, their moments, their eyes, postures, the way she smiled, and just how he would chuckle in the middle…

  • While Waiting Nearby

    I watched my life fly across the sky, every moment, each memory, I might sigh, all the simple treasures just swept by, while waiting I was so close, just nearby. A vision of truth would tease me incessant suggesting a code of alignment, some cry for justice, I could brief in that moment deny my…

  • I Wandered Home

    I’ve come here often, when I could remember fear, often, when time seemed to stand still I would look over the horizon, picture running through fields as a child, suddenly thrown into my teens, those places I would weary my return. I wonder about people those I knew, those I wished I might never know…