There is a strange feeling of being at a great height and near the edge as I think about the world today’s children are inheriting. A feeling that we have climbed too high to easily climb down. It feels as if the only way to reach solid earth again is to fall, something that benefits… Continue reading An Inheritance of Dirt
Category: Bloggy
Wanna Read A Book?
Hey there, ya wanna help me out? With as many books as I have out in the world there just aren't many reviews of them out there. I am always trying to figure how to get the word out about what I do, and to get more eyes on my work and can never quite… Continue reading Wanna Read A Book?
Re-live – a poem
Too many lonely nights I think of you. I sit in the blackness of my mind and conjure you with dark magic. I call you forth from yellowed memories, like photos in the sun. You are less than a ghost, a memory of a memory, the feel of you like cobwebs along my skin. The… Continue reading Re-live – a poem
Random Acts of Cruelty
There is an unshakable feeling of horror to where American capitalism is heading. A sense we have conjured something we cannot control. A sense that on our collective tombstone, it shall read only Hubris. We have been voyeuristically watching one another live our lives and yearning for wealth thinking there is no baggage involved. I… Continue reading Random Acts of Cruelty
Toxicity
Fandom is a strange thing. It is a love for a thing or a person that can border on obsessive so that the fan wants to smother the thing or creator with their devotion. The fandom, the love, becomes more important than why it was created, what it might mean, and who made it. It’s… Continue reading Toxicity
Too Broke To Care
Do you sometimes get the feeling that there’s a running joke that you’re not a part of and you just can’t figure out what it is? In this case, the joke is on the working class and it’s the management class and higher that’s laughing. The thing is that I don’t think it’s a particularly… Continue reading Too Broke To Care
Feast and Famine
I can’t say I ever read reviews for my books, what few there are. I can’t stomach it. I am sure it’s something I didn’t learn when I was younger, that ability to take criticism, digest it, soak up the nutrients and expel the rest. All I know is that I have always had a… Continue reading Feast and Famine
Powder Keg
It’s hard not to feel in the past few years that society has become a powder keg. We are seeing racism slink out of the shadows, bigotry be embraced by political candidates, and hate is being used as a battering ram against those that call for equality. More people are turning to violence as a… Continue reading Powder Keg
Movie Sign
So while I have made two short films I have also written a few short films. Two of those I am going to shoot at some point, two I wrote for a friend who was going to see if he could get a couple filmmaker friends to adapt them. One was about a boy that… Continue reading Movie Sign
Failure
We all have those dips in our lives, those valleys that counter the peaks to remind us to enjoy the peaks while we have them. The rock in our shoe to remind us we’re walking. The cut at the edge of our mouth to remind us we’re smiling. We all have those moments. Some just… Continue reading Failure
The Faithful
As humans, faith is a necessary component of what keeps us going. Faith and hope serve as twin engines that push us through the most difficult times. Hope that things will get better and faith that they can be better. Whether it is faith in the goodness of humanity, in a higher power, in oneself,… Continue reading The Faithful
The Flags We Fly
There’s a strange scent of fire to the air these days. The scent of casual people sitting by the bonfire, beer in hand, and talking about burning it all down. This isn’t anything new. The punk kids did it, the radicals do it, the rebels do it, and anyone that’s ever been burned by a… Continue reading The Flags We Fly
Day Job
There’s a strange disconnect between art and entertainment and the people that consume it. A disconnect that somehow doesn’t see the people involved in the creation of said entertainment and art. Both things are necessary, are part of not just our cultural makeup but part of what gets us through the day to day struggles,… Continue reading Day Job
The Spooky World of Chris Ringler 