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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Amicitias

~ 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 through weather, together. None! None! there’s no […] Continue reading

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if it quacked like a duck

~ a neighbor spends hours each day of the week shifting through flowers a garden she keeps and when days turn rainy the days dark and deep she goes deep inside but outside she weeps she can’t be with gardens in flowers she seeks but stays in her house where otherwise sleeps where neighbors are […] Continue reading

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Tit for Tat

One day, mid-day, maybe noon, not before, there came a loud crashing and thrashing at door. I was resting from reading an old poem of Poe’s, and I’d just laid back when I started to doze. The noise now awoke me, and my senses still slow, a flutter then flapping, would stop and then go. […] Continue reading

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Social Décor

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

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In Metaphor Trees

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

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Age-out

~ So long there good neighbor,       My once would-be friend.   I’ll never see neighbor again.   As age-out advances       It changes the chances   That neighbors can ever be friends.   Gone is the good day       Where friendships will stay   Forever on ever on […] Continue reading

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Birds of One Feather

~ We are becoming The old folk we knew, No longer now with us, Whose losses we rue. Life, like a train trip, One track bearing to; There is no return trip – Onward, straight through. Too frequent are short stops, To drop off a few; Old folk won’t get on, Just only the new. […] Continue reading

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Ever Present

~ Some shall go on, to high and great places.     Others will stay,     where they think it best.   Some will go further,     forget all the faces of those left behind,     from a near distant past.   Some would do so,     from that never thought; […] Continue reading

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Amicitias

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

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Alamo Snow

    We’d go off       a huntin’         for Alamo Snow Two friends     together          alter egos.   We two       together                off we would go Scraping and tearing             […] Continue reading

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Mending Light

  I went to a Poetry Reading, where a Philosopher     sat in the troupe. When the conversation     turned to the ‘Truth,’ it changed the whole venue     and meaning.   “Truth,” said the wise-man,     “is like a Noon day Sun: When too bright, it is too blinding;   […] Continue reading

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When We Were Three

. . Come now. Come and go with me. Together we’ll walk     round the red Maple trees. . Down past the block, we’ll walk and we’ll talk – Old Henry with you, and me will be three. . We can make believe as we used to be – three old amigos, back when […] Continue reading

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