~ Who is this mater Who comes peripater? Who is the mother That touches our lives? Who is the mother, Seeking a daughter? Every year after, In spring she arrives – Full force, On course, She comes; Surprise! ~ Who is the mater, To come peripater? Who is the daughter…. Who touches our lives? ‘Tis […] Continue reading
~ By Sixty-Seven Things would be different. Enter the picture, Of marginal man. By Sixty-Eight It was too late, To ever go back There again. The difference, Appearance; A difference, Began. Many’s the moon, In the end. ~ Ed was a cousin, Ed was a friend; We never saw Edward Ever again. One decade long […] Continue reading
…. 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
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
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
~ a neighbor spends hours each day of the week shifting through flowers a garden she keeps and when days turn rainy the days dark and deep she goes deep inside but outside she weeps she can’t be with gardens in flowers she seeks but stays in her house where otherwise sleeps where neighbors are […] Continue reading
~ Each piece, a poem; the leaf of a tree – The common connection, poetry. Caedmon began his in England; where no one at such time should know him. O Sappho, of Lesbos, what be thy fame? Shards of gray glass antiquity claims? Ideas hold fast; when all comes to pass, nothing holds past, all […] Continue reading
~ There goes Dear Mary; She walks down our street. Worn out and tired; Weary and beat. She’s searching her soul, Looking down deep; Busy in forethought, The Back thoughts, she keeps. And I wonder what Mary, What Mary now thinks. Once we were young, Just busy young tarts; Mary, the others, and me. Strong […] Continue reading
~ There is in this Flower – The Flower of Youth! Good for an Hour – One Hour of Truth. Then, Done! with all Laughter, Gone! in Disaster, One Hour thereafter, An Hour, forsooth! Deflowering follows An Hour of Truth, And all those who follow […] Continue reading
Oh, come now, Virginia, why look so dark? Why not just smile, and be out? The day’s not so long and soon we’ll be gone, in short time, Virginia, no doubt. So what’s that you say? For me, a short stay? For you, it’s been a long while? Well, that may be true, but what […] Continue reading
Each time the mirror mirrors his face, the old man inquires his ominous fate – How has this come, from young to undone? How have I come to this time in space? Time has just taken my life away in drips and drab trickles and plopped down in place This Face! This Face! The face […] Continue reading
How! Thou art strange! One day, sound fabric; Another day, change. Some say by havoc Brought out in fringe – O Tempora! O Mores! Thou art, impinged! What would thee, common, Follow, instead? The dictates of Mammon? Whose body, thy bread? What now dost thou wear? What skin to be current? Again! Thou has changed […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 
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