What Crosses My Mind

  • Exile (Minneapolis)

    What might feel like home, has left the arena to make room for an old played out charade. We can’t go shopping, dining, visiting neighbors in home and afar, without fearing this ill reckoning. What’s my home once was yours. Today let’s create a serious code, lets find security in our communication, help us all,…

  • An Observation In Absence

    The other night I attended ‘Just Mercy’ at our local theater complex. It was a late showing, but still I was struck with wonder about the emptiness of the room. I was actually the only person in the theater, it was a rather surreal experience. Now I’ve been to shows with limited audience in the…

  • When We Find We Are The Same

    Rules need not be broken to identify our true selves we haven’t the demand to walk upstream, to push the elements aside for personal gain, in essence, it is true that we all do find the similar grounds for which our bodies strike the earth as feeling landed, secure, understanding of time.   Oh, we…