What Crosses My Mind

  • When We Last Spoke

    That incident in the hallway, seemed a thing of the past, I thought we were moving forward, didn’t think their strength would last. When we last spoke, you smiled and said good-bye, the same way you had since we met in second grade. ~ High school coming to an end, the next chapter, so many…

  • Five Pictures, Five Photos – Day Five; On Diversity

    Well, I missed the day, so this is an early morning contribution to the five days, five photos exercise that Dancing Echoes turned me on to a week ago. I will finish with one last piece. Again, the people I nominated to carry this out are Souldier Girl, Dana Renee, John Coyote & Ivon Prefontaine…

  • Five Days, Five Photos – Day Four; On Diversity

    ( a continuance in a five day series inspired by Dancing Echoes ) Our president is Black, I want to speak to that for a minute. I remember the commentary, the pundits, the wannabes, Racism is over, the President is Black. I laughed inside until the tears began. I wondered how many years, how many…

  • When Living Hell Arose

    I know you spoke to me the other day, you felt like this was truly a living Hell, to endure your pain in such a simple way left alone without a sympathetic tell. When everytime another matter claimed your state of mind would wallow again yet nowhere could you feel so maimed as in Baltimore’s…

  • We Live Here Together

    I wonder sometimes if when really living together without barriers, we are yet reaching out, close, surely enough to touch each other’s heart. I wonder if we know our soul might be more together than we are ourselves. We share pain, passion, purpose, perpetual apathy. When we withdraw, your world seems similar without you in…

  • Outside This Day

    Outside the whistling has begun, reminds him of a time, tying lures and gathering sun, waiting by a river’s lime, hours of leisure to scan the water to watch the rise in spring while society in all of its bother cannot disrupt this life’s sing. Yet, when we are constant remind mirror spacious waters in sight…

  • Immediacy and Now

    *** When I was a kid, immediacy meant maybe, I could hope and pray, yet, always there was that quiet confusion, not knowing, well, certainly, not expecting. Unless, I was given motive, back then, if the carrot were dangled I would, indeed, with the fervor of ambitious childhood, be pursuant and indeed, adamant, that chance…

  • On Sheltered Words

    If when I choose to lay my soul I’m careful to always remain whole then will the clouds ahead remain waiting with a vengeance innane ~ while waking again with a certain fear I lay in my space afraid of what is near I want only to be happy without sad reminders that eventually turn…

  • If I Pretend, Will They Too

    We want that, we wish and pray, like to believe in that we all would like it this way, mild confusion, yet, what steps in the middle of our sudden circumstance, suggests we’ve lost our ability to freely take chance with what we believed up until today. ~ When I grew up I realized I…

  • Where Now Is

    Cross the street with marble concrete built to form everyday without a thought this seems the norm. Look about the avenue and see the eyes that meet traffic likens by autos, bicycles, walkers compete ~ A child nearby cradled in the nurtured hands of mom recalls how fast the cars go by, from whence they…