What Crosses My Mind

  • Finding Voice

    I walked outside and screamed at the bottom of my driveway, only because I knew no one would notice, well, they did, and their doors shut, I stood in my neighborhood and felt completely alone.   The manicured lawns, similarly styled rose gardens, the roof repair and invisible fences, street signs that suggested we all…

  • Saturday Nights

    I remember those nights wondering, hoping, stepping through a wood like forest in the confusion. I recall looking outside of myself and seeing a lonely man phone never rang, doorbell silent, even the neighborhood would seem vacant. I remember Saturday nights filling the void, hoping to avoid anyone recognizing my pain always with a smile…

  • Evening Rounds

    Social manners inside the hour of night Delightful laughs, patterned clever asides Within the moment of an hour might Lives remain intertwined as time abides Certain personas come to life in bars The sort our moms suggest we avoid Yet, quite frankly fun breathes under the stars Fake accents that quietly fill the void. Drinks…

  • That’s Just It

    What defines us? Saw a Porsche on the avenue, sleek gray with rimless wheels, the driver appeared to be, human. Headphones, coffee and laptops and everyone alone well unless souls revealed, found out. I sent you positive energy the other day did you get it? Remember that time they all meant complete control over your…