Ric Miner : Writing

Entry 10. Trelinosi

Entry 10. Trelinosi

A Chapter by Ric Miner


Trelinosi A false memory you begin to think is real Listening to friends or family tell stories of yesteryears brings comfort and nostalgia, muc..
Entry 11. Fhellungheist

Entry 11. Fhellungheist

A Chapter by Ric Miner


Fhellungheist The overwhelming sadness of burying a family member who never forgave you Death by design is the end of a journey. Any which way y..
Entry 12. Aperellate

Entry 12. Aperellate

A Chapter by Ric Miner


Aperellate A love for a particular landscape Feeling connected to our planet is intrinsic to the human experience. It's not only that this plac..
Entry 13. Japhaia

Entry 13. Japhaia

A Chapter by Ric Miner


Japhaia Becoming aware of life's impartial behavior and its implications. It doesn't take much to find the horrors of humankind. A swipe on yo..
Entry 14. Canolous

Entry 14. Canolous

A Chapter by Ric Miner


Canulous A case for suicide Life has its way of testing our resolve. This is no more evident then when people become terminally ill. A death sen..
Entry 15. Velritious

Entry 15. Velritious

A Chapter by Ric Miner


Velritious Remembering you're a part of something bigger than yourself. Tragedy strikes at the most sporadic moments. Like an unattended punch t..
Existential facts

Existential facts

A Poem by Ric Miner


You're an unwelcomed guest But let's not assume You're an automatic threat So say your piece In tonal retreat And for now Let's not press You..
Dialectic pride

Dialectic pride

A Poem by Ric Miner


Go ahead Speak and see that even the tongue trips up on its cheek So while you're shining and full of glee Don't forget you're a pocket H..
To each, Their own

To each, Their own

A Poem by Ric Miner


Sway with me in the winds of speech, Taking time to seek out your necessities. Ah, but you say, "These proclivities you've given me aren't rivet..
The clouds contour

The clouds contour

A Poem by Ric Miner


Did the invisible forces that shape you, have some unforeseen effect on me too? And while it stirs, mixes and bends, The silent words it speaks tr..