…. Once, we were soldiers, Boys of eighteen; Intrepid and stupid, One just sixteen. Some were rock stolid, Caught-up in fraught; In rightness of action, Righteous, we thought. We were the children Of the Great War Our fathers had fought in, So there’d be no more. Dearer to children, O Lord! Give us pause – […] 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
Twenty-Four people . . . two rooms apart; Jury Selection, a Criminal Court. Each one, a stranger, another won’t know . . . but after some hours, affinities show. Everyone hungry by mid-afternoon . . . Sitting . . . Just sitting, Inside a locked room. “You look familiar . . . “Have we met […] 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
~ There’s just so much non-sense a soul can endure, From trivial minded, decided, obdure. I met one, one time, demeaning for sure, The current machine as debase and impure. Oh sure, they still do it, again and again; Forever and ever, and on to no end. Things just get bad for whoever is in. […] Continue reading
~ the first full day brand new new year I sit in my car radio playing a song from a singer no one remembers as I did when I lived some other year no one is moving no one is here streets w/o people music I hear where people are missing nobody there some say […] Continue reading
~ Once, a man told me the lynchings of Blacks Cannot be compared to the Nazis Extermination of a whole nation Is genocide; not so, the case of the other. The systematic, deliberate slaughter Is murder for murder, for murder’s sake. One, genocide, the […] Continue reading
The puppy of Hooville pees where he must! Two Robins are fighting for the same bush. A man walks his Bulldog, taking it home; Where there, the dog buries a well hidden bone. A lady of genteel living alone, Lives off a trust of well hidden fortune. She hires the young lad to work in […] Continue reading
Premier Announcement: Tales of the Tribe is Published. A copyrighted 2015 edition, Distribution will follow in the New Year; this, however, is the Premier Announcement, and for those wishing an early copy (first print), the book is available from Outskirts Press. An e-book edition is available at the incredibly low price of $2.99 at http://outskirtspress.com/webPage/isbn/9781478748182
There is this Young Woman, a Vendor at store, Still young at heart, aged sixty-four. She Is sixty-four, if not a day more, and shuffles her wares from the oven. Her husband is dead, or so thought she’d said, or some time in life he’d left her. An old man, myself, my memory fails; in […] Continue reading
~ Tiamat’s waters once were said bitter, where that of the Abzû, cleaner and sweeter. Where the two came to they merged in together, making much profligate splinter and splatter. The off-spring, in turn, en masse where they scattered turned to the raucous that raged and engendered the flux to unfurl, spew forth, endanger the […] Continue reading
A book of Mythopoeia Will be the last thing I do, this year.
The leaves of the Maple have fallen by now. All but the few still linger, somehow. Glory! in colors – green, red and orange! I feel I should know them; I don’t, they are foreign. And something as strange as leaves from a tree: A metaphor, Maple, leaves, memory. I knew them only as they […] Continue reading
~ The Lady Llorona Passes near here – Beware! My Dear Son, The Crocodile Tears! Take “No!” As your answer. Y Tenga Cuidado! Si como se dice – “Watch out for the Lady.” I’ll give you a tale, It’s high-time you knew The Modern Medea, Dark Angel of Hell. I’ve waited to now, But Now’s […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 
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