Rick Marriner

@rickmarriner.com

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Houston. Trader by trade, writer by repair. Daily participant in #vss365 #senryu #micropoetry. Learning to write in public after a long time learning to read in private.

Change in warfare designators.
Glacial blue ice, her eyes in the right light.
A photo-realistic night depiction of Admiral Warren’s 1814 attack on Pigs Point outside Norfolk during the War of 1812. The scene is dark and heavy with smoke as three Congreve rockets streak across the night sky, their fiery trails arcing like claws of orange light before bursting above the water. In the background, flames rise on the far shoreline where the British bombardment has set fires, the glow illuminating a low bank of trees and the haze above them. In the foreground, a group of American militia from Norfolk crouch in rough earthworks, their dark wide-brimmed hats and simple uniforms blending into the mud and shadow. One soldier kneels upright, clutching a musket, his tense face caught in the eerie orange glow of firelight and rockets. His expression is grim, lips pressed, eyes wide with a mix of fear and resolve. Around him, other men hunch low, trying to stay hidden as they brace for more incoming fire, their powder damp from the river air, their mouths dry from anxiety. The image conveys both the chaos of the British naval assault led by Admiral Warren and the desperate resolve of the young defenders, dug in on the riverbank, praying to endure history’s thunder.
Boy in Elm Tree
A image featuring two chihuahuas on a sunlit morning bed. One is a cheerful, bright-eyed tan chihuahua sitting upright, tail wagging, looking directly at the camera. The other is a brown chihuahua, visibly grumpy and half-asleep, curled in blankets with one eye barely open, looking annoyed at the light.
A high-resolution, emotionally resonant image split into two halves. On the left: a person sitting at a workbench with hand tools, papers, and a half-finished object—absorbed, purposeful. On the right: the same person in the same position, but everything is sterile, glowing, AI-generated—hands idle, face vacant, surrounded by floating holograms doing the work. The lighting should shift from warm (left) to cold blue (right), capturing the subtle erosion of agency. No text in the image. The setting is indoors, minimalist, timeless.
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