Blog posts by R.M. Dolin
Poem: Woman In The Red Hijab
Calmly they roll through the quiet town to
the painted cinderblock truck stop where
chaos of parking lot gravel
transitions to carefully laid out rows of
tall country corn. A boy, his uncle, their vintage Harley,
and a caravan of big rigs idling side-by-side like
carnival cargo waiting to rediscover
their next new destiny. The kind of place where
you lift the handle of the self-serve gas pumps
and only after pay inside.
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Essay: My Fondest Memories of Dad, July 17, 2026
The Priest who is officiating my Dad’s funeral asked each of his kids to share their fondest memories of Dad. Here is my contribution. READ ESSAY
Essay: Society’s Subtle Seduction, March 15, 2026
Anyone alive when President Kennedy is shot or old enough to remember the horrific events of 9/11, knows exactly where they were and what they were doing the moment these tragedies transpired. Ironically, society can’t recall the moment they sold their souls in exchange for the conveniences of the information age because the seduction was so subtle the consequences couldn’t be discerned. While vicarious tragedies shake our sense of security, the dark mastery of methods currently being used to soften and seduce our souls make even the most righteous clerics blush with envy. Submitted to the NY Times so this post is pending.
Novel Chapter: The Outliers, February 5, 2026
Chapter 21 in “An Unsustainable Life – The Book of Darwin.”
Darwin drives to Albuquerque to meet Basia flying in from Paris but to his surprise, Basia’s brought her daughter, Camille, a member of the radical French group the Alliance for the Preservation of Humanity, whose mission is to awaken people to the dangers of technology. READ CHAPTER
Poem: Forever Only, January 31, 2026
His only comfort
that desperately dark night
is the necessary way
she stays by his side.
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Novel Chapter: Synchronicity, January 23, 2026
Chapter 19 in the novel “An Unsustainable Life – The Book of Darwin.” Random events are not obviously connected and yet, they all seem to be leading to one singular moment; a sizing up between Anna and Tien. READ CHAPTER
Poem: Remembrance Wind, January 12, 2026
When I hiked the highest mesa
to lay down in open aspen
beneath a cacophony of colors,
Wind whispers through the leaves,
“Why do you come alone?”
“Because,” I sheepishly answer,
“I have not yet learned to hear
what you are telling me.”
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