Author: R. M. Dolin

R.M. Dolin, 2016 No one sets outs to be a hero anymorethan someone strives to be forgotten.Yet in between the calculus of causationand the variables we pretend to controllies drama as much as struggle.Walk down any random isle of any grocery store,turn the corner and …

R.M. Dolin, 2016 We are all preprogramed to attach emotionsto sounds and images. An unexpected song. A forgottenphoto. A voice we haven’t heard in years. All memories waitingto be touched. Love is an instant of clarity followed by a soothingclam emptying the world of everything …

R.M. Dolin, 2016 Es la noche de caressing embrace that holds herlike a lover dancing from distancein nearly the same consuming wayyesterday blinds tomorrow. In any crowded clubtrue beauty shines even though competition for love,like winning the West, depends equally oncontext and content.Memories are as …

R.M. Dolin, 2016 Predawn shadows hover over the desertedfield like an anxious executionernot necessarily eager for the task at hand,just ready to be done. Wind dancesalong the stark stubble wondering where life andbeauty have fled. Broken stalks, like pipes in an organ,create a crescendo response …

Gravity is an honest broker even ifits burdens are at times bizarre.Angelica was first, which is always special.As are promises desperately flying in defianceof the unlikelihood things end well.We are all from somewhere,on our way to a better place with historyoften dismissed in lieu of …

Chance wanders west hoping to simplifyand find distance. It’s a difficult and often desperate journey toright now fraught with fear, uncertainty and a need tofind balance between moving on and letting go.Sympatico’s journey is much the same only imposedby the will of wicked men. Risk …

Old oaks yearn to yield more freelyto the Santa Anna’s. Dust covers tracks as rapidlyas they’re laid in the same way the past cascades over acollision of words left unspoken and moments allowed to pass.Easy memories are seldom retained,which is why we grow hard in …

You feel the trigger twitch in determination even thoughit’s still a long way from completing the cycle. In a worlddivided by death and reluctance the dichotomy ofcommitment is final.“How old is your soul?” the armadillo quietly asksthe hawk hunting in downward spirals.“Old enough to have …

R.M. Dolin, 2015 Memories, like an angel’s share, can’t be touchedbut they are both real still the same.As is quiet darkness and all those thingsthat should have been. Love isa cradled burst of brilliance followed bygravity sending sadness into the cosmos.Moments ago he felt her …

I am the frontier farmer who, like my fatherand his father before, dares to imagine a day whenthings can be more fantastic. I am the clerk who never considers theconsequences of corruption or the cascading waycause and effect implicate the soul untillife brought me to …