…. So now, here you are; it’s not really you; but this is, by far, the best we can do. A mental image, what we encompass; should we do damage, Edith, forgive us. But, you were long gone before we’re about; all we can go on that’s left, we make out. We think you someone, […] Continue reading
…. The early hours, midnight to dawn; stragglers come in on their own. The parties are over; they’ve come to get sober; a last place to stop, before home. It’s the Bungalow Inn, where haggles begin; the chagrin, of being alone. The end of a day; the start to a new; the Bungalow Inn, to […] Continue reading
…. The winter of 16 Was almost not here; Then, neither was spring, Now whether that matters. The strangest of things Are never so clear, As good things that wake up and make up for sadder. If this makes much sense, You’re smarter than I; For I never learned A priori. ~ During that […] Continue reading
…. always, the voices voices repeating…. ever in voices never completing the meaning intention always misled…. all bear completion but oh no instead…. always the voices misheard and misread…. only those voices which come from the head always the voices of those from the dead…. …. ©2016 Marvin Welborn 26 February 2016. Revised 24 Mar […] Continue reading
…. In San Juan County, the horses are plenty; the people who live there, but few. Wild run the horses, feral and liberal; as well as for people, they are free too. More than one hundred thousand wild ponies roam thru a dome of skies bright and blue. If truth be told, these horses are […] Continue reading
…. And now, I am done! I’m way past my Prime. Whatever was, happened – All now lost thru Time. All that which was given, striven, made mine – Time hath re-taken. Time takes its Time. Time, Great Time – Is this thy design? For […] Continue reading
…. This, I remember Reciting your face – The lines & the inclines, I cannot retrace. Like mountains abounding, All lost in haze; Memory fails me, Defining your face. This is my lot now; This is my place. This is the spot now, […] Continue reading
[tis the season….] ~ Another five inches, Snow falling down. One bird is singing, One bird, around. The screens of a porch Clad dandruff-white stuff, Hanging and clinging The singing gets rough, When then comes another, The other lets up. Two birds, two birds, Now two birds are heard. And then somewhat later The Blackbirds […] Continue reading
~ It froze first night of winter weather, the rain and sleet and snow; where dark of night would change to ice, from sleet, first rain then snow. ~ And when the winds all blew together the ice began to splice; and all around was heard the sound of crackling and breaking of ice. […] Continue reading
…. C.D. Wright, the poet, has died; As well as an actor named Rickman. The news is brief, but only for one – An actor demands attention. ~ “Plenty of people also have died – No news we’d have, if all were then mentioned.” What price do we pay, for someone’s importance? What measures are […] Continue reading
~ And then, you would call when no one at all would least of all expect it. And again, complain – again, the same – The same old feeling, of discomfit. How life is so bad, and how you’re so sad, but there’s nothing to be […] Continue reading
~ The winter birds have moved to town and settled my Maple branches; but not for long, they sing no song, these cronies of Corbies, Comanches! A banded gang of all black bird, bandits that hang in tether. What gives them the right is their power and might, flexing their feathers together. This hungry […] Continue reading
Prologue: The Mexican people, and the native Pueblo, steal from each other, and fight Navajo. Three native nations, just seeking to Be, elides observation, except Apache. ~ Hot! is the color of summer air; boiling, the sand, it spreads everywhere. Water adds value – if only there were; God knows! what value, of nothing […] Continue reading
~ So different this New Man, The Blue Man, These Dragoons of Kearny. I see him – But he, He doesn’t see me! A New Man, This Blue Man, Pale-faced as white sand, A fraction of men, Sent here by Kearny. A Blue van Of New Men, The Blue Man new army. He comes at a […] Continue reading
So there you still go now, So once the young man! Now broken and beat up: Is this how you end? Once we were special! Or thought so, back then – Immortal! we thought us! Such powerful men. Nothing would hurt us, On this we depend: Invincible cowpokes, Of the Rio Grande. To think that […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 