What Crosses My Mind

  • Addiction and Finding Beauty

    Oh to discover a resolve, to know just how easy it might have been, now with years of solitude, time enough to let one’s heart bend.   The sallow nature of my contempt for a life beyond any circumstance, that bellows the societal ill I might wish to dissuade perchance.   When once sheer beauty…

  • While Listening To Time

    There it was, again, a reminder seems steeping, nearly scalding water, the verses played on and on, like droplets, an emotional victory, my intuition lay so naked surroundings familiar, I played the violin mindful song again, There it was second all it took, a simple thought I could travel then, away for miles while a…

  • While Digging

    With a mental spade in hand, I broke ground in a volatile land.   It is the sort of tale we often forget, when suddenly life simply won’t relent.   I crossed over into a forgotten meadow, only to find I’d still carried a shadow.   There is a reality in knowing the right word…

  • When ‘Giving Thanks’ Struggles

    I am experiencing an internalized state of mind this Thanksgiving. I’ve been looking at this page for an hour or so trying to figure out how to begin my annual Thanksgiving message for my blog. Occasionally the message rings strong and I publish it further, but today, in my head, deep in my head, I’m…

  • My America (written for contest)

    To understand, My America, I wanted to embody a lifetime of experience that could speak directly to my concept of living as a white man in the Midwest. I was fortunate to grow up with conscientious siblings all of whom were driven by values instilled by parents just trying to keep up with the norms…

  • If In Our Quiet Moments

    If not for the power of greed, Have I been a loose cannon of need.   If only while our world crumbles beyond, We still might use laughter to carry on.   If well before the dawn of new civilization, Would we still use ignorance to define a nation.   If while this short time…

  • I Have These Moments …

    I forget, I react, I overload, Symptomatic of a torn life I suppose.   A lot of years ago I wouldn’t imagine, The powerful grip this past might hold.   I’ve taught the voices of the future, Passed on wisdoms and second nature.   Though I suppose from the glass you see, I’m a regular…

  • We Might Yearn a Child’s Eye

    While we ran the backyards, the slow walk through the dandelions pollened by summer’s bees, we did think alone, the same way we, the same notions, we may have today, the same wonderment of the psychological nature, compels our being, causes our heart to swoon, allows for the time to stand still, we can all…

  • Breathing Slow Dreams

    It is when we want to cry, the sound will not come, its expanse, fills our lungs to capacity, short breaths, quiet realities, keeps us moving through a storm, taking a moment, a gasp, yet still there is a desire to find more, know a place we might settle in, get perspective, develop a plan,…

  • If You Smile, Intend It

    I have walked into your world, watched your smile direct traffic, I have known the outcome afterward, when the world continues alone.   If you smile, they might appeal to the soft nature of your character. If you smile we all can breathe together in the silence of a melody.   When the world does…