Perplexing Perspective
In the brightness of the city's night, one can't see the stars faint light. Now that you are gone, I am able
Spilled Wine To Remember
This morning holds more than memories; they are imprints etched into the very fabric of my soul, kept safely in the chambers of my heart. This year the
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A Wire Tied to a Kite
There is no question that I am at one of the oddest points in my life. I have emerged, I am emerging from a hibernation of
Come Back To Bed
The eruption of tears, the depths of despair, the endless fog, self-neglect and recriminations have abated, if not stopped altogether, but she is still gone.
Worthy
I close my eyes and see us in our youthful bliss between the tempest of our teens and our children’s first breath. Friday dinners at
Wish Filled Thinking
If the laws of physics won’t allow, perhaps the gods and goddesses would bow to my wishes. If I could choose a time, a place
In a Dream
by Daniel M. Rutberg My cartoon heart, with a zigzag crack, in a dream, still calls your name. The scroll that holds the doings of our
Morning Quartet
Before Dawn The silence of your absence grows louder each day The process of aging relentless The pain of loss and the vagaries of being Leave
Gratitude – In Three Parts: A Prayer, A Practice, A People
Part One – Angels If I’m not being guided by angels, I don’t know what to tell you Everywhere I go, everywhere I turn, I
The Path
After a while, I realized in my waking Like a slap across the face, That you were gone. And I was alone.
A Glimpse of Open Sky
As I perch on blocks upon the floor, the teacher speaks of the art of sitting— and the many masters who have shaped his form. He
Love Eternal
Close your eyes and hear these words As if they were skillful strokes Of a paint filled brush that draws upon the canvas of your inner