What Crosses My Mind

  • “We Are All Human”

    I’ve been thinking about New Zealand along with the rest of us since Friday morning. Yesterday evening I was sitting in a coffee shop that is a frequent meeting place for a group of Somali men. I go there often enough to recognize their faces and exchange pleasantries. Last night was different. They along with…

  • Why Love Can Speak

    We define ourselves by needs by the operative term of finding freedom, we might be the one that bleeds if while in action we lose our kingdom to the crusader, the challenger, the chilling antagonist. We question the rights and our own wrongs when trying to combine value upon a selfish agonizing scream unknown while…

  • Her Eyes

    She sits with cold reasoning trying to believe knowing everyone around her disagrees decides to illicit a remark cements her current posture. If I look across the room I can see she is different, her burqa wraps her fears inside eyes with tears imagine fear. Yet this is all we have, the only part of…

  • My Muslim Friends

    I’m crying tonight I don’t want to be a part of this the confusion is an ignorance I didn’t plan upon, I wish not to look in your eyes and feel your pain, I hope for love, that smile of beauty, the caress of humanity suggest we are a beautiful people together, not apart, not…

  • My World A Ruthless Shame

    I grew up with certain freedoms, Though I was never really told, I only understood a world of fiefdoms From books I read. I wasn’t bold. ~ My dreams were made with managed Challenge, the bounty being compassion Beyond a society of greed is the adage Spoke a loud in a personal fashion. ~ The…

  • `The Decay of a Day

    In a methodical mess of time, our world has been defined, by hypocrisy, or idiocy, or lunacy, or whichever descriptive horror, travesty, diminished capacity, we might choose to operate from. The ticking of a clock began our morning, from federal sacrifice to teacher ignorance, our society believes, we can will away all the misery, our…

  • We Hold the Match

    I feel responsible in the quiet dark corner of my life, I am the problem, I carry the matches to our powder keg we call America. When I read about the color of your skin, wonder about your safety, wish you wouldn’t all be lumped together, I seldom think about me, never had to, ever…