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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Union Station and Paradigm Shift

  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

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Disappearance

~ Once was a family,       A patriarch, head; Now, an anomaly;       The patriarch dead.   No bond can hold up,       For long, I am told; But then, each a story,       Uniquely condoled.   Patriarch, matriarch,       Of figurehead, old; Each category       Obliquely extolled.   Out from disorder       An order […] Continue reading

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The Nines

~ Nine is a number     assigned to a month.   Nine is the number     to months of the year   We pass through     to get to to finally reach here.   Remember    September     Ninth month    of the year.     ~ Three quarters an annum,     three fourths so near   […] 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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Another Fiction

~ The Western Sky     is high and dry Where rocky mountains     fill the eye, And rivers run     not East     but West, The Anglo-Saxon     man came last.   For years, and years,     the Native Man Had lived and tooled     the Western Land. Upon this open     vast terrain, The […] Continue reading

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Lie Lying

This is the place                        Where I lay my head This is still me                          This is my bed I am still here                          Long after years I still imagine       […] Continue reading

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Three Fictions

…. There is a keenness which settles to mind when I am thought of some other kind.   At such times, I count myself free, the freedom which comes from anonymity.   I am not what I’m thought that I am – No one knows the simple man.   …. There are but few who […] Continue reading

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