Poetry These Mornings by Richard Wehrman All these mornings are one morning; over and over I am greeted by the new…
Poetry A Fortunate Day by Richard Wehrman On a fortunate day, when night and day meet, and some silence passes between them…
Poetry The Call by Richard Wehrman It’s not the day on the calendar that makes the New Year new, it’s when…
Poetry We Are Living Now by Richard Wehrman We are living now our regrets and our failures, the ache of what we wish could be again,…
Poetry Horses by Richard Wehrman Horses galloping on the hill—bright sun, blue sky, joy on an autumn morning. Gensei says,…
Poetry No Mistake by Richard Wehrman Beloved, you know who I’m calling to, though I mistake you for the bird’s song,…
Poetry Winter Solstice by Richard Wehrman The only way down is down, leaving the light for the dark, allowing the surface…
Poetry Equinox by Richard Wehrman The Garden releases its last radiance, not as something failed, but as its full reason…