… “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
~ Sometimes it’s hard, So hard to find, The right words that fall into measure. Sometimes it’s hard For song-sounding rhyme, To fit all the right words Together. Oft times they come; But then there are some That fall into place Like treasure. At most times, Like children, They like to be chased – Play […] 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
rain on a structure a building or forest tell me the nature point out the purest form of conjecture show me what surest point out the poorest thin tissue of feature in fiction as biased for rain to appeal in structure on building a forest ©2016, Marvin Welborn 25 June 2016. Revised 6 Aug 16. […] Continue reading
Thirty-one days to the months of the middle; the longest & warmest times of the year. Thirty-one days for the month we call August; thirty-one days for July. ~ Both of these names, for heroes forgotten; mid-points in life, mid-strife in career. Turning-points, that calls into question, the ‘Whys’ as ‘Why nots’ appear. ~ Mid-life, […] Continue reading
such a great loss, that of the family; of friends and heritage; the ancestral name. it ends in the loss, begins with a gain; the last, lone survivor, attains. not so much as by choice, but force, in the main: the force a prevailing wind. O! Ye Winds! Ye Winds of Change! so much is […] 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
~ I been accosted, battered & beat; left as unearthly, an orphan of street, where people pass by me; I’m no one, to meet! all I got goin’ before me, my feet. Once I was someone, I had it made; but now I am no one, I’m nobody, Babe. Yeah, I had a woman, the […] 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
~ 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
~ Nine-Seven-Eight Sits on a corner, A city, a street, Somewhere. A high wooden fence Surrounds The grounds: A compound In semblance In air. Nine-Seven-Eight. No one seems home. But people Do live there, I swear! It’s quiet, Threadbare, And gone in the bone: Secret, Private, Alone. Three quarters A score Of years, Maybe more, […] Continue reading
a squirrel runs around first up and then down atop of an old wooden fence where not far below a dog is in tow the quick squirrel she wishes to mince it’s back to and fro these two will both go it’s seems like some kind of a dance a tangled web do these two […] Continue reading
~ I Write my own Poetry on plain white paper, the ‘Puter won’t do it for me. With a pencil in hand, and eraser effect, I’m a man from the last Century. And No One will read my Poetry, except for the few friends I have. Not famous, I’m No One; no surprises, you’ll see […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 
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