Ryder PittzinLiterally LiteraryAchatesBrother John tottered in the cloister, drunk on the hymns of St. Peter.Jun 9, 2020Jun 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 —…Apr 23, 2020Apr 23, 2020
Ryder PittzinScrittura{Modus Vivendi}Posterity. But with Goliath’s amour propre. Drunk. But with warm beer.Feb 12, 2020Feb 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…Dec 8, 2019Dec 8, 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…Nov 4, 2019Nov 4, 2019
Ryder PittzinLiterally LiteraryThe Fishing Boats at GloucesterDawn breaks on the fishing boats at Gloucester.Nov 4, 2019Nov 4, 2019
Ryder PittzinWriters On The RunInto The HillsThe mountains are not proud today.Oct 23, 2019Oct 23, 2019