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Rymos is the matryoshkas of stories, poems and philosophical essays. Though the inner doll sometimes is twice as large, only the deep imagination and the literary magics can fit that inside the belly of the babushka. His shortest story as ” Your eyes are beautiful when they see” can be as dull as it reads or it can be a book about the man’s misery.
Rymos likes to tell you something. Something original and untold.
Articles by Ryan…
My Heart is Your Graveyard
My Heart is Your Graveyard This tombstone reflects: Hard days won't outlast The ones spent at ease. This monument declares: It holds the cage, But not you. This headstone is a reminder that You are present At dawn and at dusk, When rain charms the birds And brings the scent ... Read More
Great Agatha Christie?
The Great World of Agatha Christie I return to Agatha Christie’s books repeatedly, not because she is a dame, a legendary author, or a literary giant, but because they reveal how and why a culture praises criminal minds. Her work shows how a society portrays justice within an unjust world ... Read More
When Clouds Talk
When Clouds Talk I dragged myself up a mule track, high above St Miguel Alto, until I reached a narrow gorge. Below me, the entire city lay. The lights were flickering. I wondered which light was illuminating your heart. A passing cloud, like a cotton mattress, fluffy and white, seemed ... Read More
Prayer for Inquisitives
Prayer for Inquisitives If God wanted lambs, He wouldn't have bothered with making us. If God wanted followers, He wouldn't have bothered with giving us tools to navigate our way. **** Dear God, I confess my sins; hence, I am not a lamb. And I pray for forgiveness of my ... Read More
Life without You
Life without You Haven't I dined with God? Haven't I seen the seven seas? Haven't I kissed many moons? Haven't I danced with many suns? As if the creation never stops. Yet, I have lost my wings, In the last storm. Yet, pride is deceptive, Do you know a shop ... Read More
Dance with Me
Dance with Me. This is provocative by design. So, no apologies behind. Pondering is a tool. Dreaming, another. Once one controls the mind, Dreams are also chained. The true thinking True history Is the one within. The breath. Thinking now: Only an "assumed thinking." Forget about the Ice Age, the ... Read More
Final Note
Final Note My words were the sigh of my soul And the cries of my heart. I was hoping to be heard, I was hoping to be found. But words did not unite us, Instead they kept us apart. Were they my words, Or the wisdom of the world? My ... Read More