What Crosses My Mind

  • Winding Will Weave

    We can dance, we might stumble, yet there lives a cadence in wait, ready, willing, like a slow beating drum, a pleasant sort of rhythm, gradual in balance, suggestive of another way. ~ While alone we measure the winds, their sleek posture call upon our twilight in soft melody, perhaps some might say too soon,…

  • Cleaning Up

    I recall just how difficult it was. Every episode, battle to rationalize, reason to do the things I did, for myself and no one else. I remember weeks of justifying why, or who, or what need I was trying to fill. Driving through my neighborhood one night, just trying to avoid the lawns, staying in…

  • A Gambler’s Run

    i would like if you left me alone, temptation, your mask of appreciation, the one that hollers from a window out loud my success is yours, I can prove it to you. ~ I would like the soap box advertisements of our easy lives, to show the broken, to emphasize the hopeless, the ruins, disillusioned,…

  • A Lucky Man

    The sound of impact, and eyes wandering, had their minds been preoccupied with alternatives, might his need not arise, until later on, way beyond that moment, when everyone gathered in confusion. The skies screamed home to sit nearby, gather together in tears of joy, this is a happy time, his eyes are glancing forward, smiles…

  • My Addictive Personality

    No matter the level of scrutiny, I will lower the boom on my security until I can no longer touch the bottom floating endlessly in the sea of dysfunction. When out in the current, I cannot see land, it doesn’t exist except for the occasional tease of sand between my toes, not enough to keep…

  • Shadowed Dreams

    See there is this world, many do not ever understand or realize a place of shadows, shattered dreams that leaves shards to be again, found aligned, yet, the energy to recreate such imagery, often for some, unforeseeable – impulse takes over, leads the way down dark caverns of illicit response to needs, the waking is…

  • Choosing An Edge

    Republished on the recovery blog: Dan The Story Man I’m an addict, my therapist told me, edges are fun. When first I discovered my ‘affliction’ as it is oft times referred, I chose anger first to help unveil the true emotions buried. That was certainly the beginning of a long relationship with denial, many edges,…

  • Addiction and Rejection (a repost)

    Hello All, this is a repost of a piece I wrote the other day. I am posting the link as a favor to a friend named Dan Maurer, who is seeing new success with his graphic novel on Sobriety. He has a blog called Transformation is Real that speaks about recovery and addiction, topics that…

  • Step Inside Pain to Glance Upon Vistas

    Without warning shooting stars mind loss while receptive realistic stomps upon internal psyche without pause, continues battle while the physicality of force suffers under the breach of loss. ~ When so locked into rage how can we sense love is truth to follow our hearts again and again. Where do we find the energy to…

  • Solace in Rejection

    Haunting, perhaps a notion, angst, some feeling of fear in the pit of my stomach, that which I never want to return to again, yet, I haven’t a clean slate, I have human condition instead, matched up with societal choices, favors, friends, family, all the different values of our history, that open the doors, and…