…. 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
…. 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
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
~ There is in this Flower – The Flower of Youth! Good for an Hour – One Hour of Truth. Then, Done! with all Laughter, Gone! in Disaster, One Hour thereafter, An Hour, forsooth! Deflowering follows An Hour of Truth, And all those who follow […] Continue reading
~ Who am I? What is my Purpose? What is the Meaning of Life? How should I know my Role in the Cosmos? Why do I have to die? What is this Love, and Sorrow and Laughter? What is this Yearning to Try? And why does it Turn, all that we Learn, Back, into Dust […] Continue reading
~ Out! come the Honeysuckle, to meet Amorae; the lovers, called Cuckolds, among the array. A wild child, these Pixies, white petals at play; where stamen, their venom, put pistils to spray the odors of ardor – aroma bouquets. Smell This! they kiss; Free love here today. Come closer, sweet Lover, extols coquetry. O! Cuckolds […] Continue reading
~ The bearded ladies suddenly swoon and one by one, they break into bloom. And all, by mid-May days! The late ones in June. It’s then these late ladies come to subsume all the late babies of first spring, at noon. Then later, the one-eyed- Susans assume, by which time the ladies have lost all […] Continue reading
~ A high school reunion where people trade names and stories of glories, enamors, and days of spent youth, by mistruth – The past is all changed. “But, Mary was hot! Is Mary the same?” I play fool’s dominion and give away not, that Mary and I were close in close ways; but, I went […] Continue reading
~ This is a tale that seldom gets told, brought here but once, before it’s grown old. A day after Christmas was God-awful cold; one foot of old snow was icy and cold. In brazen positions, reluctant to go, a marginal army of bold ice and snow. The day bright and sunny, […] Continue reading
~ A bloom of love loses the head a minute an hour grows old. One small child, both lost in the while, the mind a refuge for gold. A new moon to slough a cusp overhead – Behold! […] Continue reading
~ The water runs deep dark and steep just a few feet from the lake shore and all eyes will sweep the largeness she keeps – she’s a butte of a lake, and much more. The boys of their teens are barely just weaned from the babies they were just before, then […] Continue reading
I think I was sent there by someone other. I would never have gone on my own. I wouldn’t have known who else to look for. As a matter of fact, I was done. Sixteen years, stuck to a marriage – committed, honest, four-square. And when it was over, I thought it was […] Continue reading
~ Once upon a time… it should’ve been fine. It could’ve been fine. It would’ve been fine, Once upon a time… a very old line; overused, abused, and now, it’s poor. Once upon a time… once used as a sign now, but not as before. Once […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 
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