Words on paper Encoded in imagery Or even noise Filtered through eyes Ears Minds Quiet Or loud Without ever making a sound Cacophonous in my head A din that drowns out Everything Else A programmer Encoding ideas Thoughts Dreams Onto paper Which is read by the audience And felt in turn A wave … Continue reading Ode to Storytelling
The Odd Little Orchestra
Bird song on rainy days Where the little leaves sway in the rain Walking home on the quaint little bays It's like hearing the fairy bards play Quiet and peaceful, not quite harmonical The birdies twitter and play In the rain all the day Their throats an entire parade And in the rain It's like … Continue reading The Odd Little Orchestra
Strange Geometries
"Strange Geometries" is a piece of flash fiction, which began as an artistic mathematical experiment and ended as a grim Lovecraft-esque dive into a dark, strange, and lonely place. Strange machinery hummed in the walls. He sat in a corner, hidden behind a tangled mass of atoms and molecules, nothing but a feeble barrier of … Continue reading Strange Geometries
Tuning you in
Hi, I just felt the need to reach out and tell you what's been happening. I've been struggling to get some things done. I haven't been posting because all I have finished to post are old poems. (Been struggling with my short stories for one reason or another.) I'm still working through the quagmire of … Continue reading Tuning you in
Daubs
Daubs paint my canvas with Black Blue Red Yellow Sadness Joy Love Calm Fantasy Fiction Fact Reality Surreality Defined Abstract Worlds Everything Daubs paint my canvas Beautifully Author's Notes: This is an older poem, (February of last year, in fact!) but I've been struggling to finish any short stories and thought I'd post it anyway. … Continue reading Daubs
Fall is the-
I walk out, with the leaves orange and yellow and red the damp air and grey skies, and when I look out, I think Fall is the fresh air, chill of dew in the morning, trees painting the earth, the often-overcast sky, clouds as canvases, the chill, watching the world change, the rare spots of … Continue reading Fall is the-
Made of Good Days
As he began to count, memories flooded back to him. One, two, three… Ferris walked up to his mother, watching her skilled hands fluidly work on another tiny square in purple yarn. Just as soon, she was done, and she put the crochet hook and as-of-yet unfinished blanket back in its box. She had only … Continue reading Made of Good Days
Park Benches
Alone ones sit here and While the rain pitters, And patters, Think about what it means To feel it on their cheeks, Leaving a dampness That refreshes an Aching heart, And Hides their tears. -Clara Inspiration: I don't rightly remember. It just... Happened. View page
New Story: A Sky in Black Sheets
A short story about nature and the artificiality of modern society. This is a real short one, which you could probably blaze through, but it loiters around in your mind for a while. Says what it needs to, ends, and leaves you thinking. A Sky in Black Sheets It was late. I ate an apple … Continue reading New Story: A Sky in Black Sheets
C.M.Rininger 