What Crosses My Mind

  • ‘Speechless’ by The Moving Co.

    Last night we went to see the play ‘Speechless’ performed by The Moving Company at The Lab Theater in downtown Minneapolis. I wanted to see the show (Best Play of 2017 – StarTribune) because it is being produced by former members of Theatre De Le Jeune Lune, namely, created by Steven Epp and directed by…

  • There’s a Song About It Too

    I think it’s the Counting Crows, well now I know it is, just being stylish, setting the tone, the moment when everything matters, inside the look of a photo.   I woke to this image in the morning, it represents something, a journey I suppose, where all eyes come together to find some peace, waking…

  • 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…

  • While Eyes Were Walking

    So many waves of opportunity we stepped inside without knowing only hopeful, perhaps somewhere, sometime, we might, we could possibly land here.   There were smiles all around, we wondered in silence if it was real, could this be this way that provided a happy medium, a place to stay, stand near.   Well I…

  • In A Short Minute*

    Life ends simple bitter finale minutes before our ideas thrive in the mind of the present For the nether a mystique in soul, deep resonate despair. We want control of that scope beyond, infinite magic. Sweet mystery is love, realistic to the wakeful eye, more impactful in fear, when our lives become measured. A life spent…

  • The Message of Camelot and high school theatre

    Today, I am reflective. This weekend our students performed Camelot on the Shakopee High School stage. This is a show that has been with me since as a child, my mother brought me to see my first production in Wausau, WI as our neighbor was performing in the ensemble. I remember being immediately drawn to…

  • Stable Motive

    What, tell me, what! What does it mean to find separation to compartmentalize, to be able to suggest to yourself its your forte and nothing else no excuses no redos no you cannot feel bad there are no allowances for human error. Life suggests we disconnect when our needs are met, the task at hand…

  • There is Dance

    We are blessed with a physical purity The stretching of limbs Arching the back to reach a moment Legs that will move impossible heights Shoulders that cave and blossom And grace shadowy figures Allowing each one’s presence A further driving desire to reach … Drawing designs across the stage ~ An empty stage Instrumental echoes…

  • And when I go …

    (This poem is dedicated to my graduating class of seniors in the drama program) I will recall you The laughter, the pain Black box sermons The tears in the hallway Cast postings You-tube studies The weekends of process How did I? What did he? Who would think? Why did she? Must I? Where will we?…