What Crosses My Mind

  • When Real Tears

    I can hold contest with tears, If there’s a need to show. I can let my tears flow when my emotions begin to show. I guess it’s all about purpose, knowing when it’s right to cry. Lately, I can weep when anything crosses my mind that I recall. That quiet response to life Is what…

  • Perilous Lives

    Lives are seeking shelter in the icy waters of our nation. Realizing that enough is the result of battle scars. We walk in town and wonder every light comes our way. We worry that someone we know is suddenly the victim. Waiting for some good news peril in our eyes seems real. If government cared…

  • My Residence

    I stood alone today, letting the hours pass, feeling my anxiety, my thoughts do scream. Outside I could only imagine, pain so many would experience. I was safe in the immediacy. I didn’t know direct loss. I did light candles on my sills. My mind has been racing, I want to move beyond the news.…

  • Where Do We Go From Here?

    Sitting at home having frightening flashbacks. We went through this tragedy once before, and we exploded for days late into the night. We didn’t have an influx of weaponized visitors, only ourselves and the national guard’s innocence. The city burned and rioters were demonized.  People are so angry, the tipping point has arrived. And yet,…

  • Exile (Minneapolis)

    What might feel like home, has left the arena to make room for an old played out charade. We can’t go shopping, dining, visiting neighbors in home and afar, without fearing this ill reckoning. What’s my home once was yours. Today let’s create a serious code, lets find security in our communication, help us all,…

  • A Stolen Life

    Struggling to make this whole thing feel okay.  News we depend upon,  many different faces.  In each other’s sentiment,  a victim lays dead.  Kids are carrying banners that bleed,  a request for justice in the eyes of a child.  – I’m an old man,  I don’t know how to react.  I’m an angry old man.…

  • Living With The Pain I Will Never Endure

    It’s been a day now, and I am trying to wrap my head around the terrible events of yesterday at Annunciation School in Minneapolis. I’m not sure how to think except to feel the devastation that the students who went through this hell will have to live with going forward. I’ll never be able to…

  • A World of Measures

    We are a measured society. Our actions fall under values we would wish to believe manifest in our background, cultural mores, the manner we were raised, the people by which we surround ourselves. In order to feel a certain sense of security, I want to believe in doing the right thing, living a life of…

  • What Happened in America?

    In the wake of the death of George Floyd at the hands of the Minneapolis Police Department – more specifically an individual in the police force, rhetoric is being tossed around with ignorance and thoughtful dialogue. The unfortunate nature of protest has turned ugly after the sun goes down across the country slowly burying the…

  • Minneapolis

    Tear down the city Tear gas is a ‘solution’ Tears are not enough © Thom Amundsen 5/2020