…. There is a keenness which settles to mind when I am thought of some other kind. At such times, I count myself free, the freedom which comes from anonymity. I am not what I’m thought that I am – No one knows the simple man. …. There are but few who […] Continue reading
A picture before me, this hot August day, gives me a snow scene, in Washington D.C. A wide walk, a park, all covered in snow. Trees on the sidelines, limbs all aglow. Nightlights on each side stretch in two rows. Five people walking, all walking away. No color to winter, but […] Continue reading
…. I need to seek someplace to find a humble, peaceful place for the mind. Distraught, from the noise, that poser of sound! I plead for the peace. There’s none to be found. A hollowed out heart, I fall all apart in piecemeal moments real slow. […] Continue reading
where is the pillow where I lay my head where mother’s head lain where mother lay dead where the child still searches where the old child at that where the young mother is where now is the laughter where now are the tears where now went the years where the mother was where ever […] Continue reading
~ Was the year 60, or 61? As best I remember it wasn’t much fun. Well maybe, for someone, it was for a while. The prettiest girl wore the prettiest smile. Hawkins, a madman, knew everything; but, why put a sad man in charge of children? Minutia iota, be-stilled, but still fled, […] Continue reading
The Trouble with Troy [Note: The following is one chapter of a larger work, entitled “1863” an epic poem on the ‘Turn of Events’ at that time, from two major events of that year: Vicksburg and Gettysburg. Several sources have been used and are acknowledged.] ~ Frustration and death plagued US Grant […] Continue reading
~ I am going Nuckin Futs, said a sign on the back of a truck. So I followed it until it turned and the traffic on each side had passed us. I went straight, and have been since; The truck, it went to Texas. Somewhere north, someplace east, in Spanish for […] Continue reading
~ “You know, Ward,” says June to husband Ward Cleaver, “last night you were hard on the Beaver.” After the laughter and snicker die down, I can hear from behind me an audible sound where a family surrounds their car on a lot, a fast-food diner, where I hear them […] Continue reading
Thistle and Stone ~ Whistle to bone bristles the cold; it chisels old goslings from gander. This’ll bring home the old rolling Stone, and Thistles that roam far in wander. Vestigial in some the fossiling glum, to get up and run and meander. To wrestle with roam, to nestle at home, […] Continue reading
Myths such as that from the Kiowa tribe tell that the seven sisters, whilst running from the great bear, they hopped upon a great stump that grew into the enormous stump formation we see today in Wyoming, Devil’s Tower. The seven sisters were borne unto the sky and became the night stars which now make […] Continue reading
[Note: The following is one chapter of a larger work, entitled “1863” an epic poem on the ‘Turn of Events’ at that time, from two major events of that year: Vicksburg and Gettysburg. Several sources have been used and are acknowledged.] ~ McClernand had sided with William T. Sherman at Milliken’s Bend, on being […] Continue reading
~ Ah! Young mother, there with your son, Pray tell us, dear daughter, what have you done? “Why, the Future, my dear! You see him right here. And the Future has barely begun.” And what’s to be told for the Future of old, like us, no longer so young? Does the Future behold […] Continue reading
~ Longstreet’s First Corps ran into action marching toward Devil’s Den. when Sickles vacated the Union protection, Little Round Top, from all of his men, Chamberlain saw it, and there he moved in with troops of the 20th Maine. Less than 400 spread out on top single file in a line westward way. On […] Continue reading
~ The town was entered from opposite sides, on horse by the Blue, and foot for the Gray. The North, from the south; the South from the north, as if old Misrule carried the day. A comedic performance seemed well underway, when tragic events would turn the whole play. John Reb had come in […] Continue reading
~ Mid-May, that day Stonewall is dead, buried the same day Lee will be speaking with Davis and Seddon, the Confederate Heads, a Confederate meeting on moving ahead. The first six months of Sixty-Three witnessed the most extraordinary campaigns in all the military heretofore seen in history. Jackson and Lee made legendary the […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 