What Crosses My Mind

  • 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. ~…

  • In Nostalgic Trappings

    I so easily return, begin again, recycle, revisit, reimagine that moment that will forever be sealed in memory. If I might could we only reword a couple of moments, retrace the direction we were heading, before suddenly all the havoc of our generation overturned the reality we once believed to be our own, before we…

  • 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…

  • Same Songs Remind Me

    Happy Xmas – John Lennon / Yoko Ono I listen every day, while the hours seem to fly, I wonder if ever I might understand the actual rhythm or the notion, that temperate fire of our lives. We seem to need sometime a gentle reminder, what it is, why we are, who we may, we…

  • When Movement Stills

    A quiet day, voices around, my mind is in full motion, imagining everything I want to be afraid of, dissecting the morning I said hello, and the failed response in return, wondering about the future, starting the same rotation, again and again and again and I love to play this game, makes me feel alive…

  • Soft The Mind’s Eye

    I’m watching the snow fall, winter’s first day, midwestern ritual, we dress for this, we pray it might blanket the dead. The thought of fear and trepidation, a far and away distant memory when lost in the beauty of a fresh freeze, playing in the cool morning breeze. I wonder about the shelter of some,…

  • Anxiety Rush

    I think the day was rather sunny, at least that I recall, layered in my own shawl a travesty of the fall of humanity. ~ Could we ever move in freedom if when we blink an eye there is the question why should we attempt design a kingdom. ~ When while a spiritual guide exists…

  • Finding My Way

    While I listen, I watch hands that will flail, a purpose, a manner, a passionate desire, to know, to understand, we reach for our grasp, our cathartic tour through life, some sojourn, a journey, for some a quiet discard, from whence we came. I wonder though about hands, how defined are we really, where do…

  • Searching Haiku

    Seventeen years old frightened, confused, still alone I wonder how long ~ when age begins to speak vulnerability eyes remain closed ~ recall philosophy speaks of learning moments we all begin today ~ once when I knew who we became on that day the bark peeled away ~ loose branches trip fall the weight of…