What Crosses My Mind

  • Disappearances

    Sitting amongst the crowd eyes in search lips moving throughout the room every human interaction is bold, at least for the moment. ~ When unable to step away from the fear, how close can we become, to that which we are in constant run, the reality of our need, the showcase of a want we…

  • Simple Truth

    I went up to someone today, I spoke what I thought to be the truth, She looked at me with a pointed eye, I wondered just why. ~ You see I’d wanted to for awhile, speak to her about what it is I believe, there was another involved, she would truly (truth) understand why. ~…

  • Asked in Public

    I was asked the other day an age old question, I was told always in my life to know the answer, I was instructed solutions cannot result in a salacious notion toward personal upheaval instead our words, our look, our desire, that verve we live by, an energy we spread around outside our bubble, you…

  • Coffee, Please

    summer brew smells and delights for everyone to taste we all arrived at different times all wanting the same ideal perhaps a latte, summer cooler, smoothie, I will preference a hot black coffee please we are your neighbor, business woman, lunch breaker, visitor, we will talk about  a lot of the same things all day…

  • When Last We Spoke

    I asked you what you were reading, and then asked you, come and live with me, and then I received your letter, and you said good bye, I never ever tried to ask you why, yet one day I awoke and thirty years of our lives, had suddenly just gone away, with our own worlds…

  • Twilight Speaks

    I wait for these moments, clearly, when some how I begin, there isn’t a way to describe the need for expression to find an outlet that feels right, feels just almost like a fine thread being needled through a canvas, an artist’s sketch, a Van Gogh perhaps in the mind of that person creates the…

  • Going Back Again

    Always afraid … I remember there was a time when I couldn’t move stuck holding onto the metal railing, looking about and wondering if anything might return, any one might show their face again. I remember always not knowing completely what it was that she might sense, that he might wonder and ask someone else…

  • I Do Wait

    Every day, every sunset, every wake in the middle of the night, the notion comes to mind, I do when walking down a lonely hallway, one that has a regular purpose, I do wish to know just how many times, I might find myself not alone, yet so many miles away, yet familiar with your…

  • That Letter

    personal pain seems that a lonely refrain yet years wane I cannot explain the tears that well in my eyes when I think of these words, so simple, yet, so resistant to being ever revealed. My dear sweetheart said to me the other day, how remarkable it is that four years of our lives remain…

  • Don’t Try Again

    I decided it might be pointless, though I’d been told that so many times before while always refusing. I just kept searching for that moment, when tears would just come, nothing forced, only real. Then came the pause, when we think about is it really the cry, or instead are we wondering just why, there…