…. In San Juan County, the horses are plenty; the people who live there, but few. Wild run the horses, feral and liberal; as well as for people, they are free too. More than one hundred thousand wild ponies roam thru a dome of skies bright and blue. If truth be told, these horses are […] 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
…. 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
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
once in all time of time immemorial back to the day where day immaterial beyond all of history before there was story even before ever was something first out of nothing came number four four was the number no whys for why four but first just this word and the number of four four was […] 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
So let us go then, you and I, unto the hills and azure sky, where there, together, both espy pebbled shells of rubble stone, the smoothed down hills, a past well gone. A boy too young, and dog, won’t know the why of […] 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
~ Where does the moment That’s suddenly there, Heretofore dormant, But now comes aware, Come from all nothing And then it appears? Latent, an object, To subject, revered; And then, when we’re gone, It all disappears. An Axis Mundi Still will be here! The object of subject, The subject not there. ~ ©2014, Marvin Welborn […] 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 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 
You must be logged in to post a comment.