Author: R. M. Dolin

No one can say for certain where a waterfall begins or when the consequences of revolution first cascade toward change. Even so, anyone paying attention knows government’s lie to their people. And in their lies we find seldom spoken truths no matter how hidden or …

It’s so hard having escaped the dealer of darkness only to be back in his hold. Death is an illusion, a poem of perfect pretend. The longing to be unafraid. To step one last time beyond the numbness that’s become normal. But even that requires …

Through the window of darkness where my soul no longer can be found. This is where you’ll find, my prelude to a touch. R. M. Dolin, 2015

The madness of May pushes against my soul with the same veracity Santa Annas press the past into a pretext for right now. And in the aftermath of madness, memories we simultaneously treasure and forge to forget, cascade forward in a recurring sense something ominous …

In the absence of clairvoyance we gamble through decisions with as much insight as a miner underground when the lights go out. Only then can we comprehend what it means to be lost in the void. Lost to the numbing weight of life as it …

There are always those who came before. Surviving at least until what happens next. Tomorrow’s destiny determines today provided you permit your soul to listen with the wisdom of the ancients. We seek solid footing in a world of unstoppable momentum. Attempting to overcome memories …

Prelude to a Touch I look through the windowof darkness to a soulI no longer see.My prelude to a touch. R. M. Dolin, 2015

The passions of a Padre, just as with any man, can scream as loud for justice as those laid quiet by bullets and people too preoccupied to participate. There are always those who act in defiance, welcoming the chance to stand up even as the …