Mitchel David Ring

Thoughts, Stories, The Poem

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  • What’s in the Past

    What’s in the Past

    All that can be said has faded away and still we stand here, each waiting for the other to speak…

    Mitchel David Ring

    August 21, 2020
    Poems
    death, escape, ocean, poetry, story, writing
  • Wax Moonlight

    Wax Moonlight

    The bite came bloodless, tearing away at a dead soul in search of fire…

    Mitchel David Ring

    August 20, 2020
    Poems
    moonlight, ocean, poetry, silence, story, writing
  • Sic Transit Gloria Mundi

    Sic Transit Gloria Mundi

    Just on the other side of this wall the shadows move walking through stories I’ll never know carried by sensations whose ghosts I see…

    Mitchel David Ring

    August 19, 2020
    Poems
    ghosts, pathway, poetry, Stories, story, writing
  • While the World Sleeps

    While the World Sleeps

    There’s this sensation of freefall all the time. Even when walking while the world sleeps the sky seems just to be letting go…

    Mitchel David Ring

    August 10, 2020
    Poems
    alive, alone, freefall, poetry, story, writing
  • What the Mountains Knew

    What the Mountains Knew

    Feast on it, this fresh blood of a world slain, and know what beauty and what horror lived here where the fire burned brightest…

    Mitchel David Ring

    August 7, 2020
    Poems
    fire, horror, music, poetry, story, writing
  • Waking

    Waking

    This bitter cup reminds me of what waits— dissolution at the far off edges where things fall apart…

    Mitchel David Ring

    August 6, 2020
    Poems
    death, forest, poetry, truth, universe, writing
  • Industrial

    Industrial

    Dim are the moving shadows in these trees— somehow ominous the way the light glares, like a world cut of darkness…

    Mitchel David Ring

    August 5, 2020
    Poems
    forest, mystery, poetry, shadows, story, writing
  • Paper Masks

    Paper Masks

    Ever the rushing downpour around us— our hands reaching out to it, hoping to fill a cup with just a few drops and drink enough to feel a part of the waking sky…

    Mitchel David Ring

    August 4, 2020
    Poems
    beauty, masks, poetry, sorrow, storm, writing
  • Seething

    Seething

    Breathe with it all and everything comes alive reaching up in worship to the sun and sky and down into the circuitry…

    Mitchel David Ring

    August 3, 2020
    Poems
    death, language, poetry, rebirth, universe, writing
  • Whisper of Cathedrals

    Whisper of Cathedrals

    It’s your voice that whispers in the night— coming from the walls, from my mind, constant as shadows lengthen around me and everything else fades to grey…

    Mitchel David Ring

    August 2, 2020
    Poems
    art, color, memory, poetry, shadows, writing
  • Where the Walls Are Living Flesh

    Where the Walls Are Living Flesh

    Where the walls are living flesh and windows like eyes open on the world, blood drips as mortar and pools in the deep places…

    Mitchel David Ring

    July 31, 2020
    Poems
    blood, poetry, reaping, story, window, writing
  • Of Summer Air

    Of Summer Air

    Down on spiral drafts that smell of madness, into the echoing insanity that lies in wait…

    Mitchel David Ring

    July 30, 2020
    Poems
    memory, poetry, sanity, searching, story, writing
  • The Fruiting Tree

    The Fruiting Tree

    This that fell from the stars— new poison in the reservoirs drawing our eyes up and away on walkabouts to find the fruiting tree…

    Mitchel David Ring

    July 29, 2020
    Poems
    fantasy, forest, immortal, poetry, story, writing
  • Millennia

    Millennia

    A stirring in primeval shadows, given out to dreams that fell from the sky. Blind eyes know only the promise of light…

    Mitchel David Ring

    July 27, 2020
    Poems
    consciousness, dreams, ocean, poetry, time, writing
  • They Come With Dead Eyes

    They Come With Dead Eyes

    Take to the iron barricade and hold the gate until all the stars have fallen into shadow…

    Mitchel David Ring

    July 24, 2020
    Poems
    ashes, broken, death, memory, poetry, writing
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