What Crosses My Mind

  • On White Privilege

    I was pissed today, they didn’t get it, instead, they threw it away, opportunity, look around the room, everyone has a set of eyes, focus on the corneas, nothing else, notice the tear ducts, they exist, Everything else is added baggage, meant to confuse and display, every wonder why? The eyes? I stood outside in…

  • 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…

  • Piano Solos

    Listen, while the world rings true, a glimmer, a hope, a dance while this melody, a shape maker presents an accidental shift in memory. Imagine the rise of delightful keys, sweet muse soft patterns of reality. ~ I listen to piano solos for the breadth of tradition, that notion spoken in the hearts of many…

  • Spare Me An Hour

    I wonder, while my eyelids weightless in a vacuum, imagine miles the allowance of a measure a value option when we cross paths decide upon a course of autonomy, our own manner of delve into a sea of natural controversy. ~ While the world conveys a certain security in sync with planned reality, how often…

  • Love Always

    I glance outside a window in my favorite cafe, and I realize nothing is there, well that might mean change in a way, the landscape is bare. I wonder about that for a minute or two, put my music back in ears, glance through windows, let time ensue hoping sounds no one around me hears,…