This morning holds more than memories; they are imprints etched into the very fabric of my soul, kept safely in the chambers of my heart. This year the celebration of our peoples freedom and the anniversary of my fathers passing sit one day apart. The significance of this holiday is woven into strands of DNAContinue reading “Spilled Wine To Remember”
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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”
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”
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”
Morning Quartet
Before DawnThe silence of your absencegrows louder each dayThe process of aging relentlessThe pain of loss and the vagaries of beingLeave me wondering why First LightWithout rhyme or reason,I rise with creaks and groans,and ponder the evil intentof the author of the NY Times puzzle du jour,before sitting down to write,my life and times DaylightTheContinue reading “Morning Quartet”
Gratitude – In Three Parts: A Prayer, A Practice, A People
Part One – Angels If I’m not being guided by angels, I don’t know what to tell youEverywhere I go, everywhere I turn,I am finding new souls to connect with,on a level that, for most folks,happens once in a lifetime.This is not a soliloquy,on the oddity of this experience,but a prayer of thanks,an ode toContinue reading “Gratitude – In Three Parts: A Prayer, A Practice, A People”
A Glimpse of Open Sky
As I perch on blocks upon the floor,the teacher speaks of the art of sitting—and the many masters who have shaped his form.He begins our journey inwardwith a gentle roll of the shoulders—up, back, and down—then slow movements of the head in every direction,aligning the torso before we settle.And then, we follow the breath. ThisContinue reading “A Glimpse of Open Sky”
Love Eternal
Close your eyes and hear these words As if they were skillful strokes Of a paint filled brush that draws upon the canvas of your inner being. In hopes that the images that arise evoke a catch in the throat and a pull at your heart strings all to convey like a starry night theContinue reading “Love Eternal”