Glass Door October 16, 2020October 16, 2020 Mitchel David Ring3 Comments The words all laid out on the table, magic spells and treasure maps scratched out by invisible hands...
Draw Near the Horizon October 10, 2020October 9, 2020 Mitchel David Ring2 Comments The wind carries our voices away across bleak lands soaked with trails of our blood...
The Same Song September 2, 2020September 1, 2020 Mitchel David Ring33 Comments If the message were clear then everyone would understand it, and we wouldn’t have to sit here listening to the same song over and over...
A Voice Softly Calling June 25, 2020June 24, 2020 Mitchel David Ring11 Comments This is the emptiness that brings absolution, the long-sought silence, the deep breath before a blind leap...
Visions of the Sea June 24, 2020June 23, 2020 Mitchel David Ring4 Comments And to the ship with sails unfurled on red horizons said the wind, ‘Come follow me’...
Verses June 19, 2020June 18, 2020 Mitchel David Ring12 Comments And it came to pass that shadows fell, and the people did bow before the darkness...
The First Ritual June 18, 2020June 17, 2020 Mitchel David Ring4 Comments Those on the road wailing at the stars came to the crossroads and met eyes smoldering...
Sink June 17, 2020June 16, 2020 Mitchel David RingLeave a comment I saw where solid rock turned into shadow from far above something I’ll never know...
Safe Harbor June 12, 2020June 12, 2020 Mitchel David Ring4 Comments Sails furled at the calm water bay, drifting toward port as ghosts of long summer spent on seas with a will set to break us...
Pilgrimage June 7, 2020June 7, 2020 Mitchel David Ring12 Comments Where walk the shades of the once-lived wraiths on pilgrimage to lands of smoke and shadow gone over rain-starved and broken roads...
Hope Fading June 5, 2020June 4, 2020 Mitchel David RingLeave a comment Only hope letting go, drifting away on the breath of an aching universe...
Death Blow May 23, 2020May 22, 2020 Mitchel David Ring4 Comments You’ve been bleeding ink for miles on your dead man’s trek across the desert...
They’re Not Like Us May 8, 2020May 7, 2020 Mitchel David Ring2 Comments They breathe air to survive and choke on it...
Something Left Behind May 7, 2020May 7, 2020 Mitchel David Ring1 Comment It’s the open road away from some part of me something left behind that I may never return to...
There’s a Reason May 4, 2020May 3, 2020 Mitchel David Ring10 Comments Maybe there’s a reason for the slow tearing away, the new rifts opening between stepping stones across the river...