One of the sad tragedies of growing up is growing apart. Worse perhaps is that the growing happens in small increments, spreading like tiny spider cracks that crawl outward, outward, and outward until they reach the edges and fracture the friendship irreparably. There are moments that happen that crack that relationship more deeply, and some… Continue reading THE ONES WE LEAVE BEHIND
Category: Bloggy
The Lies We Tell Tomorrow
When I said I would publish no more books I meant it. I still wrote, I still write, and that won't change. I am a writer. I write. Kinda goes together. But the notion of being one those people that has a library of their own books that don't sell doesn't appeal to me. I… Continue reading The Lies We Tell Tomorrow
Weaponized Apathy
We seem to find ourselves in a malaise these dark, late winter days. The boils that have lay festering on the American psyche have burst in recent years and have spread a silent rage and aching apathy. Too many years we have ignored rising issues and instead of talking about the issues we have hidden… Continue reading Weaponized Apathy
RALLY
I can’t say I am a political beast in the traditional sense. My interests are more with social politics and the politics of people than I am with the politics of running a town or world. Saying that, it’s hard not to be fascinated by the circus that has become American politics. Whatever your belief,… Continue reading RALLY
The Paths We Walk
Once in a while you have to stop and look around at where you are. You need to look over your shoulder to where you’ve been. You need to look ahead to where you appear to be heading. Once in a while we need perspective. We can get so caught up in walking the path… Continue reading The Paths We Walk
Adaptable
ADAPTABLE I can say that as a writer I never have had any expectations that my writing would be adapted into anything other than perhaps another format of the same thing. I love writing, and I think I write things that are not the same-old-same-old (said every writer ever). I let my ideas guide me.… Continue reading Adaptable
A Legacy of Mud
I live in Flint. I have made neither a big deal of this nor have I acted as if it’s a blessing or a burden. I love Flint. I chose to live here and I choose to live here. I got involved with Flint at 20 when I first started coming down here for hall… Continue reading A Legacy of Mud
The Art of the Art
A question asked almost as much as What Is Art is What Is The Artist. And if any questions were valid, these two were. The problem though is that we get so caught in our examinations that we forget that art is also meant to be appreciated. Art isn’t a biological specimen to be poked… Continue reading The Art of the Art
The Little Letter That Would
To put the following in context I must alert you, dear reader, that I am weird. Very weird. So, two years ago, out of the blue, I received a strange piece of mail at an old mailing address. It was addressed to my 'art studio', something I had not realized I had. It was a… Continue reading The Little Letter That Would
The End Is Meh
There is something decidedly melancholy about the passing of a year into history. All you have accomplished, all you lost, all the things you have done are now gone. Yes, yes, they are a part of you, a part of your personal record, personal history, and memory, but in a way they are gone too.… Continue reading The End Is Meh
Space Fights
Space Fights It’s silly. It’s a movie. It’s childish. Isn’t it wonderful the things we tell people when we don’t have interest or appreciate something? We boast, we brag, we announce how infantile a thing is because darn it, we don’t care about it so naturally it MUST be garbage and anyone who likes it… Continue reading Space Fights
Bone Palaces
We live in a culture of convenience. Convenience both in the availability to get almost anything we desire within a short time frame and convenience in our quick-shifting morals. One is just the side-effect, or perhaps main effect, of cultural and technological evolution – it’s easier to get the things we want because we have… Continue reading Bone Palaces
SAFE
The hell of freedom, they say, is that it isn’t free. Nor should it be. The cost though, may not be what we expect. Those of us who were born in and live in America were blessed with opportunities that many around the world will never see. Things people dream about. Not our televisions, or… Continue reading SAFE
The Spooky World of Chris Ringler 