~ 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
…. Once a young lad in New Mexico, I lived on a spread where three rivers flow – The Totah, they called it, the Navajo; about which the big bluffs, arose to plateau; around which the sides, the Totah below. These are the plains of a mountainous range, the Great San Juan Basin, of New […] Continue reading
…. Here then, a tale, as told by a Grannie, to the Grandson giving her hell. As this story goes, it’s really quite old – It arose from the dust, a cock-and-bull tale, and is just as such, of a poor Whip-Poor-Will: a fabliau, from New Mexico…. ~ “This much I know, when politics fail […] Continue reading
…. ah silly Croci ‘tis you I espy on a corner somewhere near a tree under sky how much more of this winter the cold to defy? purple-plush petals stand firm deny the cold in the air the winter’s cold glare ~ there must be some mix up it’s too soon to show up single […] Continue reading
…. Here then, a tale as told by a Grannie, to the Grandson, giving her hell. As this story goes, it’s really quite old – It rose from the dust of New Mexico…. ~ This much I know, when politics fail – it falls upon most folks; it pales them most greatly. Failure qua Failure […] Continue reading
… “Man is the rope stretched very thin, between the animal and Superman.” Lying beneath is the bottomless pit. so saith Nietzsche on the abyss. ~ And “God is dead!” He furthermore said. so saith Nietzsche, a misogynist. God turned her head with what he had said, then proclaimed: “Nietzsche, You’re Dead!” …. […] Continue reading
one must needs to learn to keep the lips tight to pickup the ears and listen to sight for some only hear that which they will like whatever else said it ends with a fight one needs to re-learn on how to keep quiet around the narcissist for he’s always right tho he never learns […] Continue reading
~ I didn’t start school as early as others, but rather, in media res and was further expelled more early, as matters, beginning with grade level K. They don’t give out grades in old California, out near the Golden Gate Bay; they didn’t give grades, I must inform ya, they didn’t give grades to grade […] Continue reading
~ A murder took place before the last yawn that shakes awake night, beginning with dawn. They came face to face and met on the lawn – Crows are alike, in crows sing no song. The murder, in case some foe comes along, ‘cause number is might and a murder is strong. The murder took […] 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
~ Those deep May days, someone will say, somewhere in Central Virginia: It’s the end of the month, where people will jump – Winter is gone from Virginia. And boys wearing flip-flops watch girls in their gym shorts take out their pups for short walks, from porches. And from such enclosures, […] Continue reading
…. Here then, a tale as told by a Grannie to Grandson, giving her hell. As this story goes, it’s really quite old and rose from the dust of New Mexico…. ~ This much I know, when politics fail it fails for just most folks, greatly. Failure qua failure is failure the more, no matter […] Continue reading
~ It’s raining again in Central Virginia; it’s grey, and everything’s wet. No blue skies today, for Central Virginia; just water, is all we will get. Percussions of patter and trickles of splatter, a hundred, if thousand, small rivulets. Just pounding and splatter of water on matter, and water just wets all that it hits. […] Continue reading
– An advANTs of ANTs have moved in my house; though none of them mine, nor that of my spouse. Now I’m in accordANTs with being quite fair; but these tiny creatures, my welcome, they wear! With total defiANTs and surprise, they appear; my alimANTs, I know, are the reason they’re here. No compliANTs they […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 
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