Drunkenness

Drunkenness is nothing but voluntary madness. ~ Seneca

The Outside World

As you get older the more things change – for the better or for the worse. Sometimes being a writer and becoming somewhat of an self-isolationist is like being in a sanctuary and finding your true self, your true voice and words. The outside world never goes away. It will always be there. ~ R.M….

Myth & The Dark Road

“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…

John Steinbeck On Writing

“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…

A Revelation of Smoke

  The Sunday Morning Church Bells Change The World From Dark To Light They Are A Sign That The World Is Still Alive Awake With Beauty Grace And Hope ~ R.M. #troyny

Albany Poets Presents~Albany Wordfest April 2017

Albany Poets Presents R.M. Engelhardt Poet and writer R.M. Engelhardt will be the featured reader 2017 Albany Word Fest edition of the Albany Poets Presents reading series at Restaurant Navona (89 New Scotland Avenue, Albany) on Wednesday, April 19, 2017. Albany Poets Presents puts a spin on the typical poetry event in the local literary…

POETS & WRITERS STAND AGAINST TRUMP 01.20.2017 AT 8PM

    On Friday, January 20th Donald J. Trump will be sworn in as The President of the United States of America. This will be a very sad day indeed. And as poets and writers everywhere we need to speak up and say what needs to be said, and share those words with our nation…

POET ?

POET ? I smoke in the ashes Of my own myth Follow the voices in my Head that say “Record these Moments” Become another soothsayer Of another century, another Shadow treading light There are thousands Like me Thousands searching Everyday Perhaps for God Perhaps for themselves Perhaps for no one For they live and re-live…