R.M. Dolin, 2016 It’s an indecipherable dichotomy;how shadows deepen as we naivelystep into light causing even the mostoptimistic to conclude evil is inevitable.You build over a long and often painfulprocess. Steadily inching toward a perfectoutcome amazed how simple life seems whenviewed through a window. When …
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R.M. Dolin, 2016 Security comes with peril. Those who protect andserve sometimes don’t. Truths we actively work to concealfind ways of catching up. Think of it as Newton’s Second Lawapplied with human entropy. The long pull of our past isdifficult to escape and for whatever …
Read MoreFiesta de Albuquerque Por la Manana
R.M. Dolin, 2016 Celebrating life through wine. An age oldaffirmation of what it means to enjoy essentials likeempanadas at dawn with well-made coffee, or aproperly produced Port late at night.Layers layered on layers, a lot of life is a lie.There are always souls unsettled.Like a …
Read MoreCalculus of Causation
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 …
Read MoreTrumpeter of Krakow
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 …
Read MoreTengo Caricia
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 …
Read MoreDawn of Discontent
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 …
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