What Crosses My Mind

  • Sitting in my Armchair

    I was remembering a time, when I was younger, a quiet, reflective, young, boy. I think the same feelings existed way back then, when, I would wonder about whatever might be ahead. There were different sets of friends. Or at least we felt different, wait …   Time delivers chapters to our daily lives, when…

  • On Waking the Soul

    We carry ourselves, a part of the said society, the local groove, where be our means, we define who we are, why we do, where it is we belong, based upon the couple next door, the family down the street, the look of the vendor, when purchasing ordinary.   We measure our lives, in respect…

  • How Will Society React

      In Minneapolis, a white, blonde woman, of means was gunned down by a Somali police officer. Let me say this a different way. A woman in a dark alley was recently shot dead by a cop on patrol in south Minneapolis. Or I could say, after making a call to 911, a woman in…

  • I Wonder Who Told Me

    For it was that time my heart sank, when I knew I was no longer alone, I was exposed, and the world around me felt anger.   I walked the city streets that night, and the cobblestone felt ugly, looking for crevices to catch my feet, wanting to trip me into the street.   A…

  • When Healthy Battles an Excuse

    While it is surely our own decision to find the cure for the ailing sentiment, it is certainly our own decisive nature, can find neutrality in forgiveness.   Might we choose to be forsaken, mistake ridden, guilt driven, … shame … while the rest of the world motors on.   I once watched as my…

  • When in Sallow Form

    Can you see me, a suggested expression, one that does’t expect any reaction, except to say, go away, for I am of another dimension.   It is in the faces of our population, the happy troubadour in position, the contemplative activist, they’re all in it together, to suggest a mind has imagination.   Yet why…

  • Life In Chance Encounter

    In discovering one another, we all recall the indecision, the wonder, the what if this person has totally different views on how to live my life, in response to how I see their life evolving.   And then there is the church gathering, where everyone does smile, does wear finery, does hope to be noticed…

  • Traveling Alone

    Oh, tell me good stranger the outcome of time, When one solitary sign might feel inclined To wonder about life in all of its travail, Is it true a compassionate soul is virtue.   Or are we perhaps a mockery of our time, Imagining only the fantasy of the mind. How often do we find…

  • 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…

  • To Know The Right Way

    Oh, to go beyond the grasp, the tangles that keep reminders alive, there is the mystery of the mind, what to turn off, what to feed, what to settle in, so that moving forward seems a reliable resolve to the repudiating repulsion of time.   Yes, without speaking in tangible terms, leave it to the…