Love is as varied as the points of light in the night sky. There is no question that I could never see any others than hers. Her light was just too bright. A moth to a flame, or circling round the sun was I. I would do it again in a nanosecond if she wouldContinue reading “Points of Light”
Author Archives: Dan R.
Why I Write
I have been thinking about why I write. Every day, always in the mornings and often at night. I think there are several reasons. First, the page is the witness to the circuitous route I have chosen to take, and the words upon it my narrator. Second, it allows me to hold feelings and events,Continue reading “Why I Write”
Witnesses
So, now what? So much had changed, and I didn’t recognize the man in the mirror. We men are such foolish beings. We believe that we are our job titles, our marital status, the roles we play as husband and father. I had left my profession and become an advisor. I had moved from devotedContinue reading “Witnesses”
Witness
I remember growing up in the eyes of my best friend. If he thought I was an idiot, when I looked in the mirror, I saw one too. Mostly, we thought of each other as members of the inner circle, and the rest of the world needed to pass the test to enter. The worldContinue reading “Witness”
Requiem for an Elm Tree
Forty years ago, we moved the boys, the elder a precocious six and the younger a cuddly three, from an apartment with a lady downstairs who pounded on her ceiling, our floor, when the boys would move about as boys do. Our new house was just a few blocks from our old home, close enoughContinue reading “Requiem for an Elm Tree”
Our Love
Better tongues than mine have crafted odes that evoke the passion that bound we two but the need to share the breadth and depth of it all is just too dear not to try If you have seen young lovers whose hands when not held clasped one in the other, touch the others back, orContinue reading “Our Love”
Your Bodhisattva is Showing
I have walked through the forests with you, up frosted trails and beneath the summer sun along the Hudson. Each encounter is prefaced by a gift of seeds to the creatures native to the land we are entering, and by a prayerful acknowledgment that the land was once cared for by a people who neverContinue reading “Your Bodhisattva is Showing”
With You
I am with youSitting beside youAs the world tilts and spins Holding you close as the flash of lightningblinds us bothfollowed byIts brotherWhose rumblingsring and ringin our ears. Breathe deeply my loveThe storm that ragesBreathe slowly my loveWill soon be over.
Sailing in Circles
For the most part I am happy in my solitude.But sometimes I need the force of her countervailing windsto make sense of it all. Not lost for words,I can always fill the silence,but not always find the wayto match the tilt of the sailsto an impending dilemma. She would call my namein one of theContinue reading “Sailing in Circles”
Ghosts
Ghosts, yes, I talk to them all the time, and yes, they talk back. Where do they live? Deep inside of me, their homes were etched over decades, and both the content of their character and the nuance of their voices have filled their cavernous homes to the brim, and so conversation is quite easy.Continue reading “Ghosts”