Sometimes I think we get too caught up in the whole greatness game. Sure, sure, we all wanna be good, great, or just pretty darn decent, and forget why it is we do what we do. With writing, I have always had the sense to just do it, and not worry about where I will… Continue reading It ain't good, it's great…
Tag: poetry
Without – a poem
This is part two of the duo, the dark side of the mirror, if you will. To every light there is a shadow. Something to keep in mind. Without There is no sense in siphoning water from an empty well. There is no light in an empty cave. A desert knows no hope. I laugh.… Continue reading Without – a poem
With – a poem
This is part of a duo, the companion piece to come later. I wrote essentially from two sides of the mirror, and this is one of the sides. With With you I am complete. I am - whole strong beautiful. In your eyes I see the glimmer of a secret heart I barely even know.… Continue reading With – a poem
Open Psyche
Can I tell you how hard it is for me to do open mic events? Seriously. What makes it funny though is that I read a story at the World Horror Con in NYC in front of strangers, peers, and famous writer-folk and managed not to faint but I STILL get all discombobulated when I… Continue reading Open Psyche
Altar – story
Altar heart torn free, bleeding, beating, dying and dead. mouth wide and falling, like hope, to gather dust and become one with the detritus. in my head the phantom echo, murder murmur of the fading beats. my eyes sink into my skull, boil, erupt, explode into infinity leaving me not starfield but blackhole, which whispers… Continue reading Altar – story
The Spooky World of Chris Ringler 