What Crosses My Mind

  • I Remember Reading

    If you think about someone, they are a reflection of your life, this person. She compels you to imagine their well-being, sweet her Grace of compassion you discovered glancing in her eyes. ~ I read a book about love, two people so swept by one another’s sensuality that no one else could intercede their own…

  • The Hippie Girlfriend

    She’d always ask him to tell her a story, and he could only come up with one. Her. At first, it would be endearing, how they could stroll and feel each other’s skin graze upon one another, the light air, a spring morning. It didn’t matter when, maybe him sitting at the counter with a…

  • Conversations With My Dad

    People suggest we ought not imagine conversations with the dead.   The afterlife we’re told often speculation a creation of our own need to reconnect.   Yet if it weren’t true they’re listening, then these tears that fall would not be real.   I have conversations with my dad, the difficult questions, the hard to…

  • I Cried Again Today

    As I was drifting by, little hands raised a blue ribbon, to celebrate his sweet friend, he was only wanting to remember how much he cared for her, how he loved her, in that young child turning teen sort of awkward stage. He smiled as he rested the ribbon in the middle of the stop…

  • And The Story Went On

    Soon after she left He sat in the room Knowing the alone Had become his world Outside the door The people walked by And one whispered slow He’s a statue inside And then the cherry On the cigarette lit A waft of smoke nearby And the neighbor knew the truth He wasn’t alone anymore At…

  • Back Story

    A trail leads to the crest of the hill A slow walk Notice rocks shift with each step Thinking about that moment Wondering while winding along Aimless with purpose in solace ~ I remember a story However it only gains strength When retold in detail Moments to help recognition And then before, again, one time,…