…. The Duke City’s known corruption, as shown Coronado, and his host of new men. The Old Ones knew too, the Wind as it blew the Sun West to East and then send into the darkness, the wile of the night, the room for a moon and the stars in to light and bring into […] Continue reading
…. Here then, a tale, as told by a Grannie, to the Grandson giving her hell. As this story goes, it’s really quite old – It arose from the dust, a cock-and-bull tale, and is just as such, of a poor Whip-Poor-Will: a fabliau, from New Mexico…. ~ “This much I know, when politics fail […] Continue reading
…. ah silly Croci ‘tis you I espy on a corner somewhere near a tree under sky how much more of this winter the cold to defy? purple-plush petals stand firm deny the cold in the air the winter’s cold glare ~ there must be some mix up it’s too soon to show up single […] Continue reading
~ I watched as my numbers tumbled and fell, out of potential, the actual devolve, down to the ground like the rain on a wall, there from the late stage where old age can tell a past, as if cast – an inviolable spell. ~ Had I only seen what I could have been…. Oh […] Continue reading
… “Man is the rope stretched very thin, between the animal and Superman.” Lying beneath is the bottomless pit. so saith Nietzsche on the abyss. ~ And “God is dead!” He furthermore said. so saith Nietzsche, a misogynist. God turned her head with what he had said, then proclaimed: “Nietzsche, You’re Dead!” …. […] Continue reading
~ Sometimes it’s hard, So hard to find, The right words that fall into measure. Sometimes it’s hard For song-sounding rhyme, To fit all the right words Together. Oft times they come; But then there are some That fall into place Like treasure. At most times, Like children, They like to be chased – Play […] Continue reading
one must needs to learn to keep the lips tight to pickup the ears and listen to sight for some only hear that which they will like whatever else said it ends with a fight one needs to re-learn on how to keep quiet around the narcissist for he’s always right tho he never learns […] Continue reading
rain on a structure a building or forest tell me the nature point out the purest form of conjecture show me what surest point out the poorest thin tissue of feature in fiction as biased for rain to appeal in structure on building a forest ©2016, Marvin Welborn 25 June 2016. Revised 6 Aug 16. […] Continue reading
Thirty-one days to the months of the middle; the longest & warmest times of the year. Thirty-one days for the month we call August; thirty-one days for July. ~ Both of these names, for heroes forgotten; mid-points in life, mid-strife in career. Turning-points, that calls into question, the ‘Whys’ as ‘Why nots’ appear. ~ Mid-life, […] Continue reading
such a great loss, that of the family; of friends and heritage; the ancestral name. it ends in the loss, begins with a gain; the last, lone survivor, attains. not so much as by choice, but force, in the main: the force a prevailing wind. O! Ye Winds! Ye Winds of Change! so much is […] Continue reading
~ I been accosted, battered & beat; left as unearthly, an orphan of street, where people pass by me; I’m no one, to meet! all I got goin’ before me, my feet. Once I was someone, I had it made; but now I am no one, I’m nobody, Babe. Yeah, I had a woman, the […] Continue reading
Tales of the Tribe http://wp.me/p102ON-E6 Synopsis: Society creates the stories it tells itself: factual, specious, apocryphal, dishonest; by any rendition, according to Wallace Stevens, will still be a fiction. Myth wears the clothes of its culture, will always be a social fact, and those who would eschew these basic facets of humanity, will prove […] Continue reading
An abstract journey through concrete Americana with a lagniappe through the “Great Discussion.” From serious humor to light-hearted gravitas, this is a trip you need to enjoy. Poetic postcards of Americana will be provided for. Our trip commences upon your arrival at Union Station, and continues until we arrive at a Paradigm Shift – […] Continue reading
~ Out! Out! Out with the rain! a man and a dog traverses. The water rolls off, and more follows down, falling to fill up more spaces. Cur! Cur! both dog and man! They curry to each other’s favor. One leads the way, the other one follows, slogging through weather, together. None! None! there’s no […] Continue reading
~ Nine-Seven-Eight Sits on a corner, A city, a street, Somewhere. A high wooden fence Surrounds The grounds: A compound In semblance In air. Nine-Seven-Eight. No one seems home. But people Do live there, I swear! It’s quiet, Threadbare, And gone in the bone: Secret, Private, Alone. Three quarters A score Of years, Maybe more, […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 
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