Tales of the Tribe

  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

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Do Immortals Suffer Their Losses?

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

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O Tempora! O Mores!

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

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Tall Tales: Apocalypse Now

~ O Beautiful Morning! Hast thou no warning? An imminent Doom Lies up ahead? Some Trouble is coming, A horrible storming; Blue, white and gold Turning to Red. O Beautiful Morning, Thus much from learning Of danger a-forming, So strangers and others have said. ~ But then, when I looked last, Into a past – […] Continue reading

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Latter Day Man

I don’t know, but think so. I don’t understand.   I’m slow on the up-take, But fast with a hand   To help a good neighbor, Or helping a friend –   I glow in the up-beat, A latter day man.   What Charlie hath saith I dare countermand,   But Natural Selection? It’s more […] Continue reading

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Mythopoeia

~ A blank sheet of paper     Awaits to be filled; Marks, unto letters;     Words, to be spilled.   Lines, run to margins,    To keep them entailed: Thoughts put on paper,     Potential, trammelled.   Like gardens that taper     From fresh fallowed fields, Thoughts are the crops,   […] Continue reading

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An Idea of Reason

~ In nearing the end     of Summertime season, One wonders where Winter,     Spring and Fall go.   The Young Ones     who made it,  thus far,          are still here – Amazing,     since Chance         is a Fiction  unknown.   As Fledglings depart,     it marks a new season; It begins just […] Continue reading

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