Against the bluest sky I shield my eyes from the sun to see the gulls drop oysters from above, letting gravity do the work of cracking them open on the rocks below. Todd’s Point is at the end of a narrow rock-walled road where the driver of the oncoming car shakes their head as weContinue reading “Walk on the Beach”
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A Wire Tied to a Kite
There is no question that I am at one of the oddest points in my life. I have emerged, I am emerging from a hibernation of sorts, and as I shake off the Rip Van Winkle fog of sleep, I look around and nothing is as I left it before she came into my life.Continue reading “A Wire Tied to a Kite”
Come Back To Bed
The eruption of tears, the depths of despair, the endless fog, self-neglect and recriminations have abated, if not stopped altogether, but she is still gone. Her hand in mine as we walked the streets of the city, until it took both of my hands to hold the purchases we had made. Sitting on the husbandContinue reading “Come Back To Bed”
Haikus | October 15, 2025
1The leaves are falling,Yesterday’s dew, white frosting,The heart longs to share. 2I sit cross legged,savoring deep cleansing breaths,eyes closed sight clearing. 3The Buddha dreaming,waiting for the world to wake,I open one eye.
Worthy
I close my eyesand see us inour youthful blissbetween thetempest of our teensand our children’s first breath. Friday dinners at our little kitchen tableabove the bridal store in city’s center yet home was anywhereI could gaze into your eyesand watch your lips formone of their thousand shapes. They spoke a language of their own.My heartstringsContinue reading “Worthy”
The Three Marks of Existence
Impermanence: In awe and wonder,snowflakes melting on my tongue,winter leads to spring Non-Self: Expecting the self,the river reflects us all,moonlight has wisdom. Dukkha: Our communitylifts life’s burdens from our hearts.now Sukha remains.
An Autumn Kigo
1The morning sun rises,a painted leaf sails downstream,The heron takes flight 2Trees are mirrored,the swan glides in their shadows,rain drops kiss the lake 3Chill autumn morning,her feet skip along the path,a sweet memory
The New Day Begins
A crimson sunrise,frosted forest fields glisten,a lonely heartbeat. The morning blossoms,a doe bows at the river,soft blessings chanted. Sitting cross-legged,dark clouds give way to blue skies,eyes closed, time stopped. The kettle whistles,rising from my window seat,the new day begins.
Wish Filled Thinking
If the laws of physics won’t allow,perhaps the gods and goddesses would bowto my wishes.If I could choose a time, a placeI’d choose eternityin your embrace.
In a Dream
by Daniel M. Rutberg My cartoon heart, with a zigzag crack,in a dream, still calls your name.The scroll that holds the doings of our fifty years,on spindly legs, walks aimlessly in circles and does the same. I nursed you when you fell ill—I’ve no one else to blame.I tried so hard to catch youwhen youContinue reading “In a Dream”