Ronie Dinosaur

The Walker in the Forest Part I - I Did Not Have God A man can be neglected before he understands he has been insulted. A man pushed far enough into helplessness Read more from here...

Discipline This is my entire job profile-poor thing. Alone, I probed the wound: what happened, why- tears soaked my own shoulder. Yet I scorned the sniffle as childish for a man forged in character. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 113 - The Weight of My Efforts At first glance, it might seem I am a hungry man, his meal denied him- unwise, easily fooled. But read again, hear my words deeper: I was right, with pure intent and character, Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 20 - Fifteen Minutes Old How do I know what grief is? I was born fifteen minutes ago. I say it as a joke so no one hears the scream underneath: the grief is almost thirty, Read more from here...

It’s my job to roar. When Ronie Dinosaur roars, even Godzilla looks like a toy lizard. Godzilla’s roar is sound ripped from the throat- loud, radioactive, cinematic. Ronie’s roar comes from deeper, Read more from here...

I am so poor that in the underworld I live in, when I look up from the very bottom, I can’t even see the poverty line drawn across its sky. Twinkle, twinkle little stars- Read more from here...

Women don’t respect me. They have the old cattle instinct: they wait for the shepherd’s crook, the clear fence, the decisive voice that says “this way, not that.” I arrive without a staff. Read more from here...

When two lines rhyme, the reader glimpses inside- with the light of awareness and the weight of psychology, finding meaning in the wonder of philosophy. My consciousness observes, silent and exact. And in that act, I remain original, steadfast in character. Read more from here...