What Crosses My Mind

  • This Quiet Passion

    It is a love, a desire, a response to silence, for so many occasions, while the skies do glance the usual, always, the emotions might trigger, might respond, could offer a storm of wrath, or perhaps, when least we anticipate, a light rain, to cleanse our soul, allow our lives to breathe, beyond the casual…

  • Wanting Discovery

    I am that person you see every day, in a coffee shop – caprice with friends, at the prom, nervous, in every crowd shot of each rite of passage, walking to school, waiting nearby, the one that popped out of a crowd with a smile, genuine and as easily drawn to cry as allow laughter.  …

  • Race Dialogue Matters

    Hear that, disparaging commentary, confront it today, walk away tomorrow, tonight, every day we hear something, close eyes, and imagine a beautiful sunrise, anything to move me, my mind, my attitude, my conscience, elsewhere. If we don’t talk about it, maybe it doesn’t matter as much, well, as much as, in a manner of speaking,…

  • A White Man’s Struggle

    I spoke of this in my classroom today, it didn’t make sense, I still haven’t figured out a way, to not seem utterly dense. I’m a White man trying to be understanding, yet every time I try I end up again, landing square upon my own ignorance and cry. I’m a White man rocked with…

  • Racism is Simply Ugly

    John Pisone video and Racism  (click to watch video) I think if you look at the expression of sheer wonder in the woman’s face wearing the green hood, this is a strong indication that we are clueless of the people we stand next to in unity for similar causes. When I hear a person say…

  • Why Love Can Speak

    We define ourselves by needs by the operative term of finding freedom, we might be the one that bleeds if while in action we lose our kingdom to the crusader, the challenger, the chilling antagonist. We question the rights and our own wrongs when trying to combine value upon a selfish agonizing scream unknown while…

  • My World A Ruthless Shame

    I grew up with certain freedoms, Though I was never really told, I only understood a world of fiefdoms From books I read. I wasn’t bold. ~ My dreams were made with managed Challenge, the bounty being compassion Beyond a society of greed is the adage Spoke a loud in a personal fashion. ~ The…

  • What Is Love?

    Do you know, I’m asking, I need your help. How rare to have a moment to pause to think maybe imagine there are answers outside of your comfort zone outside of your comfort zone outside of your usual way of thinking. Instead of ‘you’  let’s talk about me, walk inside my world and tell me…

  • Ferguson, USA

    I was walking alone down a city street the other day, I didn’t have to dodge rubber bullets along the way.   One afternoon while the sun shone bright across the sky, Bicycles and para-sails wafted freely without asking why.   When I wake up in the morning I will drive on a road, Without…

  • Trayvon Martin

    A boy died. A segment of our society painted him to be a golden boy wearing a hood. We don’t know. I certainly don’t know. From what I first read, it seemed that George Zimmerman was his own wannabe crusader that wanted to save the world from society’s ‘cancers.’ In this scenario, it played out…