What Crosses My Mind

  • 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,…

  • A Fearful Moment

    When in the matter of a few hours, suddenly, trying to piece everything together evaded me. I dug deep into my mind not realizing why loose ends remain. Suddenly I felt completely alone, wondering about my day, my afternoon. What if I shared this with someone, I thought to myself. I realized I can’t.  This…

  • Finding Love

    I write what’s in my heart, my rituals, my train of thought. I wish often to be left alone, a comfort in my own psyche. It’s easy sometimes, feeling alive. Challenges lay before me, I wonder if they are my own, or do I create a crisis, my benefit. I’m standing at a crossroads, a…

  • Abundant Love

    If a  heart and soul feel aligned, then kindness could exist in our lives. If in those moments of fear and wrath, we need believe, a smile can be free. A lifetime lays upon anyone’s dream, and it’s there to create beauty alone. When next we might question worth, stay true, heart and soul will…

  • How We Do Measure

    If I could reach into that peaceful nature we dream. Might all my misgivings put aside any reflections rewound. In the capacity of a day, so much turmoil lay ahead if I allow fear to manifest. Instead this kindness, shared love would be, peace of mind.

  • Tomorrow’s Another Day

    If I could go back, I think about all the things I wish I could redo again. The one that comes up first is high school and my studies. I was a bright guy, but a lousy student. My outcome in high school is what motivated me to become a teacher in the first place.…

  • The Politics of Humility

    It is no surprise that I am not a fan of our POTUS. Now, he is receiving accolades for his participation in the Gaza cease fire. I’m listening to him speak with his cabinet and a press corp, while he lauds himself in every other sentence.  I feel so torn and anxious with my personal…

  • Silent Emotions (No Kings Day)

    The day will fill quickly, those with tired souls, aching hearts, shattered ideals. The want will be heavy with the weeks of confusion, lost apathy. What happens tomorrow, when international bedlam conflicts a birthday, a fascist pig, while all the pain and suffering is background to his own failure. Find our peace tomorrow. The resistance,…

  • Captured

    It’s when thought becomes trapped. Lives are cycles rotating around one another. If to stop means to breathe, what’s left except to fade away unappreciated. Seems thought will merit indecision until later on when all else fails suddenly the notion of giving space so ideal yet too late. If we can capture what it means…