~ Ah! Young mother! standing with son, Pray tell us: What you have done? Why, the Future, my dear! He’s standing right here. And the Future has barely begun. ~ And what’s to be told for the Future of old, like us, no longer […] Continue reading
. It’s Veteran’s Day, November 11th, and the year is 2011. Nothing special will happen today other than the date of 11/11/11. . Perhaps that date would be more special if the year were 1111 — except it wouldn’t be Veteran’s Day. . It would ’‘really’‘ be special Before the Common Era; do you think […] Continue reading
~ So my friends in Alaska, as they like to say, you don’t come here often, out to this way. ~ No. No way. No way Jose. I don’t know ’bout you, but I think it’s no se. ~ Rime me a riddle, rhyme me a rime; if no one can get it, it’s time […] Continue reading
~ The canyon walls so do enthrall, the heights are so impressive; ~ these canyons call great wherewithals, from man’s great flights of fancy. ~ On Sundays, bare, there’s no one there; yet, still it fels expressive. ~ A paper cup that someone’s dropped retains the single vestige ~ immaterial, though ethereal – an abstract […] Continue reading
~ A pencil in hand, I stand, I am a man of the Twentieth Century. I don’t understand your culture, your land; though, it must be rich, this sudden switch, but I know it just can’t be penury. ~ We talk the same talk – or we do somewhat – but your penchants […] Continue reading
~ There’ a full moon over Hooville, that I’ve never seen before. What’s so different bout it now, I’m really just not sure. ~ It might be what that old Greek said, Heraclitus in 454, you never see the same thing twice — only change, to be cocksure. ~ So this moon I’ve never seen […] Continue reading
~ I’m tongue tied and twisted, I’m relativisted; now how old do you think that I am? ~ Oh Lordy, Lordy! Oh to be forty, Oh to be forty again. ~ They say I am qwerky, I’m from Albuquerque! so I’ll be quirky again. ~ I’m tongue tied and twisted, wilted and wasted, but then, […] Continue reading
Thursday Poets Rally Week 56 (Nov 17-23, 2011) ~ Autumn falls fast, when it springs into Winter, whilst all along Winter is getting warmed up. ~ And all of this happens so plentifully fast, which augments the feelings of a life moving past. – So fast! Too fast! Is it time moving passed? – […] Continue reading
‘The Pinkerton piece says she won’t make it to 60.’ ‘And what’s that?’ I ask. ‘Kerry Comitzky.’ ‘No. I mean the Pinkerton piece.’ ‘Dr. Pinkerton? You know Dr. Pinkerton, of course.’ ‘Of course, But still: What’s that?’ Such goes the banter both back and forth; and so go all conversations. And who cares really? This […] Continue reading
~ A silence abounds when we make our rounds, for my two dogs and I on our walks. ~ There are houses with spouses, with singles, and what-not’s. They don’t wave, they won’t smile, much less will they talk. ~ This silence astounds on these daily done rounds, it’s the sound of a safe distance […] Continue reading
Crabgrass, wiregrass, it has all sorts of names; but it’s all the same — unwanted. Like old Ronnie Reagan’s Borax Mule Team boys, tough and rugged, it settles in for the long haul. You have to de-root it. Eradicate it completely. But the roots run deep. One can waste many […] Continue reading
Red, russet leaves ashamed by the Fall, there’s a change to be seen in the air, overall. From verdant green to a red, russet rust. Pray tell, my dear darlings, what makest ye blush? Whilst young and yet green, you had cast a great sheen! But now time hast passed us to […] Continue reading
And Terrance was a young man! He was still very young on his first business trip overseas. To speak in India. What a lucky young man, and each one is probably a Hindu. The lectern was set, the film slides began, Terrance was well on his way. A few minutes in he […] Continue reading
So I’m in retirement now. I’ve made it around the plates, and I’m home free. All that life. Spent working every day. Day in, day out. All the people I met along the way. I wonder where they are now. I wonder if they wonder where I am. I made it home, though. […] Continue reading
and the world still moves on — On one week a hero, the next time the villain. What seems once as right turns out to be wrong. What’s thought of as bad was right all along; and the winning of gates still goes to the strong. A chance in one million, for […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 