Ryder PittzinLiterally LiteraryAchatesBrother John tottered in the cloister, drunk on the hymns of St. Peter.·5 min read·Jun 9, 2020----
Ryder PittzinLiterally LiterarySome Sort of GrailBegin with a reflection, cracked, maybe, yet cutting, shaped by the wind. “Can you see the world all around,” It says, “It hangs remnant —…·1 min read·Apr 23, 2020----
Ryder PittzinScrittura{Modus Vivendi}Posterity. But with Goliath’s amour propre. Drunk. But with warm beer.·1 min read·Feb 12, 2020----
Ryder PittzCulture Warrubber burns the asphalt and pounds into a white door the ninety sixth thesis. fists pump and teeth chatter in time with a cackle behind…·1 min read·Dec 8, 2019----
Ryder PittzPrison Sentence Measured in Fortnightssolitude is an addiction —·1 min read·Nov 16, 2019----
Ryder PittzFunerallight fades from azure eyes, visions of a raging river dying in the embers of a viper’s dance — Death is a chemical, it’s grip strangling…·1 min read·Nov 4, 2019----
Ryder PittzinLiterally LiteraryThe Fishing Boats at GloucesterDawn breaks on the fishing boats at Gloucester.·3 min read·Nov 4, 2019----
Ryder PittzinWriters On The RunInto The HillsThe mountains are not proud today.·4 min read·Oct 23, 2019----
