…. 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
…. 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
New Year’s Day Black Carrion birds encircle the sky, in search for the dying or dead. A lone little squirrel scampers right by – A whole ‘nother world lies ahead. Last year’s leaves still cling to the vine, they rustle and rattle in wind. An old man clings to the end of a line, the […] 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
Out in the West, no, not the Far West, the Southwest of New Mexico; you walk in a bar, and the faces light up. You’ve one to two seconds to go.
July gets hot deep in the south where water moc casin and cotton mouth slink pink lemonade in white tees & shorts pushing a trade when not in a court my god! all the fortunes they all must have made sharks? not sharks no need in the south for water moc casins and cotton mouths. […] Continue reading
the lawn looks lovely lovely and wet a valley bucolic comelier yet everything lovely as further you get as then when much closer you get what you vet ©2015, Marvin Welborn 28 July 2015
…. The puppy of Hooville pees where he must! While two Robins fight for the very same bush. A man walks his Bulldog, he’s taking it home; Where there, the dog buries a well hidden bone. A lady of genteel lives all alone, She Lives off a trust, a family capstone. She hires the young […] Continue reading
~ A silence abounds, when we make our rounds, my two dogs and I on our walks. There are houses with spouses, singles, and what-nots. They don’t wave, they won’t smile, nor talk. This silence astounds on these daily done rounds, it’s the sounds of a safe distance silence. Some cut-level looks, non-verbal […] Continue reading
~ Sometimes I go out, my fly, wide open; most times, I won’t catch it, at all! ~ perhaps, it’s a stretch of old imagination, or hoping, it’s a Freudian Slip – not Fall. ~ But aging is different, by old and tired bodies; raging Young archetypes spring forth and then fall. ~ And a […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 