What Crosses My Mind

  • My Residence

    I stood alone today, letting the hours pass, feeling my anxiety, my thoughts do scream. Outside I could only imagine, pain so many would experience. I was safe in the immediacy. I didn’t know direct loss. I did light candles on my sills. My mind has been racing, I want to move beyond the news.…

  • Where Do We Go From Here?

    Sitting at home having frightening flashbacks. We went through this tragedy once before, and we exploded for days late into the night. We didn’t have an influx of weaponized visitors, only ourselves and the national guard’s innocence. The city burned and rioters were demonized.  People are so angry, the tipping point has arrived. And yet,…

  • A Fearful Moment

    When in the matter of a few hours, suddenly, trying to piece everything together evaded me. I dug deep into my mind not realizing why loose ends remain. Suddenly I felt completely alone, wondering about my day, my afternoon. What if I shared this with someone, I thought to myself. I realized I can’t.  This…

  • Reflections

    Inside everything is measured, Seldom spoken only imagined By an onlooker so removed. Those patterns of behavior Tied to an affliction carry our Weight wherever we may land. Inside a mind is a circus of Balancing acts, a trapeze, a maze. Each turn of the mind changes Asking only a simple direction. Clues may always…

  • How We Do Measure

    If I could reach into that peaceful nature we dream. Might all my misgivings put aside any reflections rewound. In the capacity of a day, so much turmoil lay ahead if I allow fear to manifest. Instead this kindness, shared love would be, peace of mind.

  • Being Alone

    I suppose it’s a state of mind, My world crumbling around me. Little sound bytes of tyranny Veiled by loyal mouthpieces. We sometimes feel isolated By surges of the unthinkable. We wonder out loud some times, Believing the mystery awaiting. Even then the facade is stronger, Our words are tied in knots. When a wish…

  • Days Ago

    Already, the truth is in the past, Now a society drawn to excitement, Chooses a familiar script, Relies upon everyone’s entertainment. A man died at the hands of a psychosis, So write it off as an absence of mental health. We need to wait a minute or two, Or perhaps a week and more, So…

  • Silly Little Hangups

    I used to worry a lot about tying my shoes, the correct way, did my laces lineup properly or did I have too much excess. I used to wonder about how I was stepping in my shoes, was I making straight motions, or sort of a pigeon toed action. I used to wonder about the…

  • Silly Little Hangups

    I used to worry a lot about tying my shoes, the correct way, did my laces lineup properly or did I have too much excess. I used to wonder about how I was stepping in my shoes, was I making straight motions, or sort of a pigeon toed action. I used to wonder about the…

  • To Sir With Love

    Oh, if I might dream the scenes of Sidney Poitier in moments as a child. His, a beautiful grace, a magical sojourn for the eyes anyone a witness. I was actually on my couch having a nap when the news came across my phone. I closed my eyes for a moment and recognized that beautiful…