The glass now lied dreadfully on the floor, cracked, fine hardwood covered with spilt milk. The father looked down at the glass, as did his son. The former looked down sternly and had his hands on his hips, while his son stared down mournfully at all of the milk that he had not been able … Continue reading Spilt Milk
Opus
An unearthly light filled the room. He chased after her, but his lungs were becoming raw and his legs were tired. She run ahead of him with the eagerness of a child have been away from home for too long.
Tokyo
just saw a photo of tokyo sadness is in me just before I can think- "that's pretty" "that's cool" or whatever. i can only think that the reason why is that tokyo has no stars it doesn't even look like earth anymore and that is incredibly sad and i hope the people who … Continue reading Tokyo
Pi (pie)
Pi is a really big number; so is my pie! I could feed everyone who ever existed if pi was pie. But pi a'int pie, so I will have to settle for knowing that pi is in the circumference of my pie, with an infinite number of angles.
Lamentations of a highschool girl
Waiting For test takers to finish taking their tests (already) Can be incredibly boring. But we could throw dice! Or play cards! Or even read a book. ... But the teacher is always watching. Bummer.
Funny Oak Trees
The branches bend & twist like fire Curl & sway, just like wind Wake up ev'ry morning, Look out the window- "Oi, there's a fire roaring out my door!" Fingers at my window; Don't know what I ought to do... Oh, it's an oak tree, growing to say hi to me; "Good morning to … Continue reading Funny Oak Trees
Stages of faith
It's creepy out in the woods at night, But nothing's going to bite you. I promise. I'll hold a lamp for you, even. I'll hold your hand and scare the monsters away. Look at the bottle of salt I got, I've even brought silver spoons. Trust me and go into the woods at night- … Continue reading Stages of faith
Meditation on Recycling
Throwing sticks into the fire, Watching them burn- Convert to air, Ash, Dust. Then you can make lye from the ashes- Ink from the charcoal. Puffy billows of smoke into your delicious jerky and the air we breathe. Crackling of water back into the ground, & whatever … Continue reading Meditation on Recycling
Dancing Light & Shadow
Shadows Rings on my binder- like fingers. Pencil on my paper- like a needle. Stationary movement borne of extra lamps & lights. Oh! Look- A dog out in the woods; but it's only a dark reflection.
Love letter: to the writer
I am a ghost writer, but I am not dead. I am the spirit who writes stories in your head. Whether in night dreams, or in daydreams, I write stories for thee. When you lift your pencil, I am the shadow you cast; Dark, dramatic, and infinitely vast, the stories you write come from … Continue reading Love letter: to the writer
C.M.Rininger 