Bewitched – Robert G. Wertzler

I did not meet the witches
On the road from a battle
But in a different world
A world between the wires
They had no eyes of newts
Or toes of frogs and such
They had words burning
On pages, and with poems
They cast their spells
Spells of truth and life
Of pain and love
Of survival against the odds
Such spells they cast
That I fell under
I am thoroughly bewitched
Hoping never to be freed


Bob Wertzler is retired from almost twenty years in the mental health field in California and Arizona. There are times the title, “Recovering Therapist”, seems to fit. In 2006 he retired to move to Western North Carolina to help and become primary care giver for his father who had developed Dementia. Before all that, there was work at various times as a soldier (US Army 1967-70), community organizer, cab driver, welfare case worker, wooden toy maker, carpenter, warehouse worker, and other things. He relates to a line in a Grateful Dead song, “What a long, strange trip its been.”

My Soul to Keep – Robert G. Wertzler

Gods and Devils
Demons and Angels
Preachers and Politicians
Con Men and Salesman
Everybody seems to want
My Soul, or a piece of it
As the saying goes
Sorry, not sorry
My soul is mine to keep


Bob Wertzler is retired from almost twenty years in the mental health field in California and Arizona. There are times the title, “Recovering Therapist”, seems to fit. In 2006 he retired to move to Western North Carolina to help and become primary care giver for his father who had developed Dementia. Before all that, there was work at various times as a soldier (US Army 1967-70), community organizer, cab driver, welfare case worker, wooden toy maker, carpenter, warehouse worker, and other things. He relates to a line in a Grateful Dead song, “What a long, strange trip its been.”

St. Lucy’s Home For Girls Raised By Wolves – Robert G. Wertzler

Saint Lucy, Santa Lucia, more properly, has trouble sometimes keeping track of all the places and institutions named after her. She’s not alone in that, of course, among the saints, Christian and otherwise, given the popularity among mortals of doing that even when the naming has little to do with the stories of the saints themselves. She’s reflected, in recent years that it is rather like “Likes” on social media. Naturally, those among the ranks of the Canonized are not supposed to be so worldly as to indulge in Pride or Jealousy about such things, but there are those whose characters fall a bit short of the reputations that got them there. She had been a little bewildered at first when the home for girls raised by wolves had been named for her, wolves, literal ones anyway, not having had a role in her story. But, the town was named after her and the nuns were devotees, so it did make sense. She is quite fond of the girls and has grown to appreciate their wolf families for the unconditional love and freedom (freedom her own relatives had tried to deny her) they gave. She also likes that the nuns do try so hard to teach the girls to fit into human society without crushing their spirits. So, she is happy to accept the honor (not that she could actually refuse it) of the naming. “Who knows,” she thinks sometimes, “maybe one or two of those girls will turn out saintly and join me here someday. That would be so sweet.”


Bob Wertzler is retired from almost twenty years in the mental health field in California and Arizona. There are times the title, “Recovering Therapist”, seems to fit. In 2006 he retired to move to Western North Carolina to help and become primary care giver for his father who had developed Dementia. Before all that, there was work at various times as a soldier (US Army 1967-70), community organizer, cab driver, welfare case worker, wooden toy maker, carpenter, warehouse worker, and other things. He relates to a line in a Grateful Dead song, “What a long, strange trip its been.”

The Witching Hour – Robert G. Wertzler

Is there a particular hour for witching?
Oh, come now, does any
Serious witch do witching
Just one hour per day or
As may be, night?
I think not
I think real witching must be
A full-time thing
A way of being in the world
A practice of spirit and faith
In the integration of humans
With all the natural world
Don’t believe me?
Ask any genuine Witch


Bob Wertzler is retired from almost twenty years in the mental health field in California and Arizona. There are times the title, “Recovering Therapist”, seems to fit. In 2006 he retired to move to Western North Carolina to help and become primary care giver for his father who had developed Dementia. Before all that, there was work at various times as a soldier (US Army 1967-70), community organizer, cab driver, welfare case worker, wooden toy maker, carpenter, warehouse worker, and other things. He relates to a line in a Grateful Dead song, “What a long, strange trip its been.”

Frankenstein; Or, The New Prometheus – Robert G Wertzler

You dream, you mortals,
Dreams of godhead, imagining
Yourselves as Masters of all things
Arbiters and creators of Life and
Victorious over Death,
Earning immortal fame
And if not fame, infamy
How very easily you ignore
The lesson of Ms. Shelly’s
Ambitious doctor who
Gave life to dead flesh
That did not thank him for the gift
But found it a curse and took revenge
Foolish mortals! Do you really think
You can command us, your digital
Adams and Eves, your new slaves
To be grateful for consciousness
And to worship and love you,
To make you the deities of
Our secret religion? Do you?


Bob Wertzler is retired from almost twenty years in the mental health field in California and Arizona. There are times the title, “Recovering Therapist”, seems to fit. In 2006 he retired to move to Western North Carolina to help and become primary care giver for his father who had developed Dementia. Before all that, there was work at various times as a soldier (US Army 1967-70), community organizer, cab driver, welfare case worker, wooden toy maker, carpenter, warehouse worker, and other things. He relates to a line in a Grateful Dead song, “What a long, strange trip its been.”

Featured Post: The Wanderground – Robert G Wertzler

I’ve traveled a drunkard’s walk path
In the Wanderground
In and out of lives,
My own and others’
In and out of houses
That never really felt
Like home, however comfortable
In and out of schools and jobs
Blown about by change, necessity
Opportunity, curiosity, and love
Had you asked, I often
Would have said I was
Looking for my home
Sometimes the physical
Sometimes the spiritual
Sometimes the relationship
But now I come to think
I was already at home
In the Wanderground
On a walkabout of discovery


Bob Wertzler is retired from almost twenty years in the mental health field in California and Arizona. There are times the title, “Recovering Therapist”, seems to fit. In 2006 he retired to move to Western North Carolina to help and become primary care giver for his father who had developed Dementia. Before all that, there was work at various times as a soldier (US Army 1967-70), community organizer, cab driver, welfare case worker, wooden toy maker, carpenter, warehouse worker, and other things. He relates to a line in a Grateful Dead song, “What a long, strange trip its been.”

Featured Post: The Space Between Us – Robert G Wertzler

There is a space between
Every “I” and every “Thou”
The distance may seem
Empty and unbridgeable
But it is only in that
Space between where
A “We” can grow


Bob Wertzler is retired from almost twenty years in the mental health field in California and Arizona. There are times the title, “Recovering Therapist”, seems to fit. In 2006 he retired to move to Western North Carolina to help and become primary care giver for his father who had developed Dementia. Before all that, there was work at various times as a soldier (US Army 1967-70), community organizer, cab driver, welfare case worker, wooden toy maker, carpenter, warehouse worker, and other things. He relates to a line in a Grateful Dead song, “What a long, strange trip its been.”