They say that
To be alone is
Either a heaven or
A hell

I’ve seen both

These moments
Something between
Zen or
Near suicide
An epiphany
Or a failure
A reckoning or
A dream

It’s humanity
It’s just about
Being human
It’s either desperation
Or the muse
The silence
Or the weary
The lonesome heart
Of all that is either
Noble or fair
Rich or poor
Loved or unloved

And in this
We become
And in this
We find what
Defines us

The soul
Is a silent
Angel merely
To speak

Talon (R.M. Engelhardt) Featured Poet At Inquiring Minds On August 26th

POETRY NIGHT (and Prose) @ Inquiring Minds Bookstore Saturday, August 26, 2017 at 6:30 PM Inquiring Minds Bookstore 68 Partition St., Saugerties, NY Currently Hosted by Brian Dorn FEATURING: R.m. Engelhardt is a veteran poet-writer whose work over the last 20 some years has been published in such journals and magazines as Thunder Sandwich, […]

via Talon (R.M. Engelhardt) At Inquiring Minds Bookstore August 26th – Featured Poet — The Troy Poetry Mission Troy NY

Myth & The Dark Road

C__Data_Users_DefApps_AppData_INTERNETEXPLORER_Temp_Saved Images_tumblr_otvtphZskG1udc5yco1_250.jpg“In older myths, the dark road leads downward into the Underworld, where Persephone is carried off by Hades, much against her will, while Ishtar descends of her own accord to beat at the gates of Hell. This road of darkness lies to the West, according to Native American myth, and each of us must travel it at some point in our lives. The western road is one of trials, ordeals, disasters and abrupt life changes — yet a road to be honored, nevertheless, as the road on which wisdom is gained. James Hillman, whose theory of ‘archetypal psychology’ draws extensively on Greco–Roman myth, echoes this belief when he argues that darkness is vital at certain periods of life, questioning our modern tendency to equate mental health with happiness. It is in the Underworld, he reminds us, that seeds germinate and prepare for spring. Myths of descent and rebirth connect the soul’s cycles to those of nature.”

~  Terri Windling

What We Once Had

Alchemy .jpgWhat we once had was poetry. Visions and star dust. Translucent. Death to the machine, the grind the walk that we must walk. The everyday pantomime of social media and daily life. I am bored. Asleep in the 21st century.  I want monoliths, transcendence and truth. Moments of humanity that don’t come with a price tag or a sale, a selfie or a headline.
What we once had was poetry. Visions and star dust lost behind the veil of pretty pictures and smiles. Goodnight sweet prince goodnight.


#Talon. #RMEngelhardt. #poetry

In The Bar At 2am



The drunk guy in the corner says
To which the bartender replies:

“Go Home” “It’s Late”

“You’ve Had Enough”

So you, hearing all this get up and turn your head and look around to catch a glimpse of the drunk guy causing all this commotion thinking that the wasted bastard  is going to make some retort, retaliate or say something funny, so you wait for his witty banter or at least a decent comeback, but it never happens

And then?

Suddenly just as you’re about to leave you stop for a second and see him in the mirror

Looks like he’s leaving too.


Shakespeare threw down his pencil, said I think I’m gonna start layin brick. There’s too much of this “Romeo stuff” enough to make anybody sick. To be or not to be I mean what’s that supposed to mean? I’m changing my image tomorrow, be a groupie, make the scene

~ John Cougar Mellencamp, Pray For Me

John Steinbeck On Writing

C__Data_Users_DefApps_AppData_INTERNETEXPLORER_Temp_Saved Images_95926216ba27d5dc7e03225821f964c0.jpg“In every bit of honest writing in the world … there is a base theme. Try to understand men, if you understand each other you will be kind to each other. Knowing a man well never leads to hate and nearly always leads to love. There are shorter means, many of them. there is writing promoting social change, writing punishing injustice, writing in celebration of heroism, but always that base theme. Try to understand each other.”
(Journal entry, 1938; quoted in introduction to 1994 edition of Of Mice and Men)

~ John Steinbeck