~ A new pad of paper that I can mar up, in writing a poem just for you. I hem and I haw, sputter and stop, and dream of the grandeur when through. I’ve done nothing much in this life I call mine, nothing, that is, […] Continue reading
The high school reunion, which I won’t attend, Will be held in Las Vegas, Nevada. I’ll go to Long Island, out near the end, Where they still say in that fun way “What’s da matta?’’ It’s odd what we say what we’re really not thinking: Magician’s with rabbits and top hats. When someone will […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 