Originally posted on Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse:
~ The last words you’ve said, To someone you love – Will they be of something substantial? The future unfolds into what, We’re not told – It might just be best to be natural. And then there’s the hope, From the ones whom…
The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real. When it adheres to the unreal and intensifies what is unreal, while its first effect may be extraordinary, that effect is the maximum effect that it will ever have. (Wallace Stevens, The Necessary Angel: Essays on Reality and the Imagination.) ~ what […] Continue reading
~ Looking across the great San Juan Basin, where stands a Leviathan stone, a shock of rock that stands on its own; a story behind it, above it a dome. The people, Dineh, they call it a home; Dinétah, they say, the desert and dome. Time hath deposit the hulk of a stone: A bulk […] Continue reading
~ My dogs are my chums, the best chums of mine – I haven’t just one, but two. They’re both of a kind really quite fine – At my age, good friends are few. We’re walking the block, a diurnal walk, Down a street, a street called Calhoon; When all of a sudden! out of […] Continue reading
the aura of prescience a quickening heart the presence of essence that comes with a start this is the last thing that one could expect so needless to say how soon one forgets the presence of essence and how it affects what the hell can one say but surmise and reflect change the appearance by […] Continue reading
…. this is the last time said the old man the absolute last time I’ll say this again if said more than once that was enough lord knows a bunch is much too much stuff he’d say the more often too often as fact he must have forgotten each time coming back this absolutely this […] Continue reading
~ 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
…. 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 rose from the dust of New Mexico…. ~ This much I know, when politics fail – it falls upon most folks; it pales them most greatly. Failure qua Failure […] 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
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