What Crosses My Mind

  • Be A Racist, It’s Ok, It’s 2017

    I walked into a nightmare today, names were dropped, words were tossed, I couldn’t get past an, an, an, an, omission of a hopeful anomaly, that turned awful, horrific, debatably ludicrous, seemed we were all so frivolous, funny, fanatics. Seemed we were all lost in the comfort of our WHITE PRIVILEGE! White privilege regarded itself,…

  • On Buying, Sharing, Wondering Love

    Oh it is the season now, and our lives, torn up, shredded, a certain fodder in the air, for Man might feel abused, when in reality, he ought felt this way, decades ago, a century perhaps, so those followers could stand a chance.   There’s no condemnation could be strong enough to withstand the scrutiny…

  • The Hypocrisy of Faith

    Steeped in idol trepidation, an iconic stature, a reasonably moral conclusion, yet, a stark reminder is when we choose to know our side.   Which side, whose side, why should we decide what favor we rely upon to gather strength, when choices made, become the standard bearer, the party favorite.   Words bandied about, tribalism,…

  • A Quiet Travel Reveal

    I walked through a mall the other day, only to find a way out, you see caught up in the melee of a holiday spray, I couldn’t discover an easier way. I thought of all the people nearby, each of them finghting to find their way, we were all in a box with windows and…

  • My America (written for contest)

    To understand, My America, I wanted to embody a lifetime of experience that could speak directly to my concept of living as a white man in the Midwest. I was fortunate to grow up with conscientious siblings all of whom were driven by values instilled by parents just trying to keep up with the norms…

  • When Once We Stood Together

    Today I remember then, only when I cannot quite comprehend. I know it was with intrigue I wondered about time, was this perhaps the proper sign. I would look to wonder each new design a telling of a simple future. Seems we all have a memory whereby we might all recall sweet passion was most…

  • If In Our Quiet Moments

    If not for the power of greed, Have I been a loose cannon of need.   If only while our world crumbles beyond, We still might use laughter to carry on.   If well before the dawn of new civilization, Would we still use ignorance to define a nation.   If while this short time…

  • I Have These Moments …

    I forget, I react, I overload, Symptomatic of a torn life I suppose.   A lot of years ago I wouldn’t imagine, The powerful grip this past might hold.   I’ve taught the voices of the future, Passed on wisdoms and second nature.   Though I suppose from the glass you see, I’m a regular…

  • The Skeptical Administrator

    Ever do we wonder, if the joy really is about, playing the game, getting the right answers, or at least providing a speculative reason.   I rode a bicycle home the other day, and each thread of pavement, let me realize exactly how far I needed to travel, just by the sound it made, in…

  • The Concept of Love

    Speak to the world with a knowing eye, rather the response to be noted inflection, would that our world could take a deep breath, remember the time we shouted across the wood.   Seems today easier to hit a keyboard, shout out swift insecurity while hiding face. Easier it is on the mind to shelter…