What Crosses My Mind

  • Taking Walks

    When once I chose to ruminate today I will stroll, a will to know to see to wonder. In winter and in summer we might spring forward with a passion rather than fall upon our sword. There is a certain beauty in that, to know suddenly the benefit of a spatial fascination. Might be the…

  • Last Night In Shadows

    I waited outside criss crossed windows anticipating her, our lives together like always, we were meant to be here. She rounded the banister, bedtime linens flowing in the darkness a light behind would shine her soul such is the beauty of a woman in love in a twilight. Her smile lit up the night, this…

  • This Thing We Call Love

    I remember a long time ago, I wrote a little piece about John Lennon, the day he was killed and the newspaper printed it. I was 20 at the time, and it was simple, ‘Guns don’t kill people, people do’ and I couldn’t really take credit for something the world was repeating to itself over…

  • Friends Will Reach

    I have had a few tough days. It is funny how quickly I can sometimes fall into what my mother would often call a low when her diabetes was out of balance. My lows aren’t the result of diabetes, not by any stretch. But I do have them, and I sometimes wish they didn’t exist…

  • Finding Streams

    Go home and write a page tonight Let that page come out of you – then it will be true                      -Langston Hughes I ask them all to do it, my students wide eyed or sleepy take these words and let them become yours, tell us…

  • The Mechanics of Time

    A manner of words will carry weight for the listener far more likely than that speaker for whom the end never arrives.   There is a wisdom in the quiet – when will we ever understand difficulty is far beyond a matter of chosen explanation.   Might we sacrifice peace of mind too often rather…

  • Misplace Design

    We believe we are, a contemporary to what once seemed a regularity, yet we cannot seem to get past the truth.   Do you, we, can everyone feel it in the moment, when we least desire to be noticed, that fear returns, always knocking on our door.   This thing about love, when least expected,…

  • Silence is a Forest

    Listen to the birds singing in springHear the cello at home in between Each memoryEach moment A song we could create in melodyIf only the world not live parodySuch is the mendacity of our timeWhen still is beauty yet sublime Each momentEach memory If in the midst of a traveled rhymeWe shut out a neighbor…

  • Stepping Away

    Many times in my life, have I stepped away, taken a breather, had my hand forced … yet, when does the time come when we can honestly say, the choice is my own for me to decide in some sort of even way, not a hostile arrangement, by any means, so out of character, would…

  • A Gradual Change

    We do not see it cannot predict though exist it will. A quiet change when silence has bearing on life, and we do tear, or choose we may hold broad smile in our day. ©️ Thom Amundsen 2019