R.M. Dolin, December 14, 2024 The tragedy of Sunday is thesudden way subtleties of lifewe’ve successfully ignored for far too long seep into the foretoo strong to overlook. That’s how we’re wired,I see in you the reflection of what I want to see in me …
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R.M. Dolin, December 3, 2024 There’s a freedom in writing when you won’t respond letting me think about tomorrow. Your straight-line smile as I open the door. The tender waymy fingers flow through strands of hair hiding hesitant eyes.The reticent way you start your story. …
Read MoreSilhouetted Sadness
R.M. Dolin, September 12, 2024 Do not mistake my silence for surrender when it is my one defense.Don’t misread my need for Mediterranean wind to mediate my motorcycle as it weaves along the Italian coast in avenues of escapemasquerading as adventure. Not when ragged, rocky …
Read MoreDarkness of Our Distance
R.M. Dolin, August 25, 2024 Not seeing things for what they are has always been my Waterloo.Just as keeping my heart from hearingthe wisdom of wind, from feelingthe abject coldness she carries,causes me to disregard her lessons on being in love with someone who doesn’t …
Read MoreRestlessness of Water
R.M. Dolin, August 2, 2024 Restlessness of water, like sun racing toward distant horizons, makes no claim on being kind.Nothing burns brighter than a smileor extinguishes with greater sadness,which is why I dare not look deeplyin your eyes. Truth once hidden grows cold and grey …
Read MoreAmerican Haikus from 2024
A few years back, I fell in with a cohort of poets who challenged each other to write Haikus on our topic of the day. While others found this highly restrictive form of poetry helped open and expand their creativity, for me the required discipline …
Read MoreFriends with Fate
R. M Dolin, July 26, 2024 When fate comes looking, she finds you,all that remains is ascertaining if she’s friend or foe.Red goes north in search of oil, a gentle whisper on wind sheltering little mercy if any at all. After only explosive remnants remain, …
Read MoreLies We Tell Ourselves
R.M. Dolin, July 2024 A part of me loves my life unconditionally, even while wanting more.Part of me lives in hell yet finds bizarre comfort there.A part of me willing trades“this” for “that,” without knowing “that.”A part of me knows I lie to myself.Part of …
Read MoreIs Love Possible
R.M. Dolin, July 6, 2024 I made madeleines this morning,making me think of the magical way you incorporate citroninto your many wonderful dishes.These memories I cherish even more than the sweetsucculence of fresh French pastriesthat have long lost their splendorin the absence of you.What a …
Read MoreEnough For Forever
R.M. Dolin, June 29, 2024 God talks to me through wind though she’s far less likely to be direct. It doesn’t much matter, not when the demarcation continues to be where I was, measured against the way I’m no longer going. Her touch gently breathes …
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