The Spooky World of Chris Ringler
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In this podcast, poet, artist, and musician Glen Birdsall discusses poetry, art, and creativity, with a special focus on the city of Flint. Listeners can explore Glen's artistic works, which are available for purchase on Amazon.com. The conversation highlights the interplay between art and urban life.
I found a case upon my step, It came from who knows where. I found a case upon my step, To open I do not dare. A line of red ran down its side. A pool formed underneath. Covered in crimson, this light blue case, Home to more than suits this space. I found a… Continue reading Found a Case – 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
I offer to you a response. A response to an HR form letter I received after applying for a job that didn't want a letter of introduction but just a resume. I hate HR departments. They are the same as any gate keeping arm of something - they want the easy way, the fast way,… Continue reading Clever Little Bandicoot
Ya know… I just hate to say I look towards the day Your body’s buried deep in the clay. It feels bad to think That I’ll raise up a drink To know it’s you not your behavior that stinks. In every act, word, and deed You begged of a need To feed your vast greed.… Continue reading Buried In Clay – a poem
I don't tend to write poetry because I don't write it well but this sprang forth and here it is. Like everything else, I was stillborn. Life fading like the last light of the day. Eyes closing. Mouth opening. Fist unfurling as a flag with no fight. I would enter darkness as a small bang. … Continue reading Still Born – a poem
In which I talk about the artists and creators working in the darkness of obscurity.
I was selling my wordy wares at an event some friends and I cooked up this past weekend and during the day I wrote this creepy little missive to underwater love. A Girl In A Coffin A girl in a coffin Lives in the bay Though no tongue she still has Much she can say.… Continue reading A Girl In A Coffin – a poem
I thank you for your thoughts and prayers And for your deep and heartfelt cares I think you for your loving god And your sad and knowing nod I thank you for your status postings I thank you for your righteous boasting I want to thank you, oh so much For the virtual hand… Continue reading Thoughts and Prayers – poem
One week ago two friends and I held the book release for our book Battle Flag. The book is our response to a world that seems to have gone mad. The event was a step towards understanding and healing that world one word at a time. It was an amazing evening and I'd like to think… Continue reading ONE – a battle flag poem
After the results of the election and the punishment of a drawn out and brutal election season I found myself looking at a future I didn’t believe in. Whatever happened would happen, but I needed to find my place in that future. When I learned that one of the plans for the incoming Presidential administration… Continue reading Raising the BATTLE FLAG
The Art of Art In the rush to embrace the next trend, crown the next genius, and jump on the next bandwagon I think we forget that art is about you. Or rather You. Art is a lot of things, so many things that people get years of schooling just to tell others what is… Continue reading The Art of Art
I can be called many things but an elitist is not one of those things. I grew up a dork, and remain a dork to this day. That is who I am. And having not done art since I was a teenager, I am a self taught artist, so any ego I have about my… Continue reading Art With a "Message"
The Spooky World of Chris Ringler 