~ 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
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
The dog stood in line in a vet’s tiny office, just waiting for inoculation. She was waiting her turn, behind all the others, where the one in the back always suffers. And after some wait, she just couldn’t take anymore, so the door she turned to and gaited. Patience, a virtue, but not so in […] Continue reading
the dog slips out her dog-door, head hangs low to the ground. she eyes some target in the short term distance – a groundhog’s been hanging around. perhaps the act hides her, makes her run faster; perhaps it’s neither reason at all. perhaps it’s the sign of dogged persistence, in […] 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 […] Continue reading
~ My old dogs are chums, the best chums of mine; I have not just one, but of two. They’re both a kind quite fine I find – at my age, good friends are few. We’re walking the block, our diurnal walk, down a street that all call Calhoon, when all of a sudden, from […] Continue reading
. 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 […] Continue reading
~ And onward walks she and her peers Like solemn sovereign isles, bereft of joy in stoic tears and more, she never smiles. ~ Very close to bellicose belie their hidden smiles The worlds they live they keep too close these solemn sovereign isles. ~ So few convey an inner joy they trek on endless […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 
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