Tag: moments

  • Poem – I Now Walk into the Wild

    I now walk into your arms, the words spoken in passion, black wisps of hair I brush away, your eyes a light into the soul. I now fall into your arms, your breath against my neck, I am vulnerable, exposed skin waiting for your embrace, I wait for you. I walk into the wild, the…

  • Poem – A Moment in Time

    For a moment in time I saw the future as I quickly let go o the past. In the moment I saw the beginning. Of each moment I held on as long as possible. I did not know how much time I had left. I do not know where I am going from here.  

  • Poem – Remind

    We age from the burden of each day’s moments, trials, and tests. We lose track of time, people, and who we are individually and collectively. We lose where we are in the world until nature reminds us.

  • Poem – What is this Fire We Walk Within?

    I don’t need words and pages to explain the concept of hell – just being human, just living will teach you invaluable lessons, will drag you through depths testing and defining character while breaking what you thought you know, who you thought you were. Hell is boundless and placeless – stop for a moment while…

  • Poem – Blood

    Time passes with nothing, with no stake in what happens next. It is pure in its motivations, its actions, and its silence. Yet we tie and bind time to history, marked points of moments and events and ask the question: “Do you remember that time when…?” Time is a bystander to what we choose do…

  • Essay – Influence

    An entire lifetime spanning so many years, is divided into smaller lifetimes, or books. These books of our life are further divided into chapters. I think the books are finished and started with major events or changes and these can be happy, joyous, sad, perhaps a death or tragedy. The chapters within each are related…

  • Return to a Previous Life

    Where do passions and obsessions come from?  And, do they feed or lead one into the other? One day I awoke with thoughts of prairies and open fields, stretching for miles, right into the setting sun casting burning red rays across the landscape.  I was not sure where this came from, and why.  Over time,…

  • Return

    This has been a quiet weekend, with time to get caught up on, well, life.  A recurring theme with thoughts and what is transpiring around me is the neighborhoods people grew up within, traditions, and returning to our roots.  I grew up in NE Minneapolis, attended Lutheran church, and tried to survive the taunting of…