The code of the West Goes something like this: “To get the man first, With bloodlust and thirst, A look of blood in his eyes. Imagine! The total surprise. Survive? The last man left standing alive.” As best said by one, Who lived by the […] Continue reading
~ I with my camera take shots of the rocks, and ponder the labors all lost. For years upon years, this place remains here, when day after day all trickle away – The memory, a history, a place called Quarai. Once diurnal pueblo of everyday people, now lie your ruins, this place once be-troubled – […] Continue reading
~ I once had Thanksgiving in New Mexico With a family I also once had. That was many, many moons ago; And many moons have long since passed. And I find myself here, still middle-fenced. As some things still stay, some move on hence, And leads me to the story, which follows: ~ […] Continue reading
~ If you want it done right, well, you know the rest. But, sometimes, if you want it done at all…. And why even mention this? Because of a gal that I used to know, way back when, in New Mexico. She says her life story she wants to share. “So what?” I said. “Nobody […] 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 […] Continue reading
i The Lady Llorona passes near here – Beware! my Dear Son, for the Crocodile Tears. Take “No!” for your answer. Tenga Cuidado! Como se dice – “Watch out for this Lady.” I will give you a tale, it’s high-time you […] Continue reading
We’d go off a huntin’ for Alamo Snow Two friends together alter egos. We two together off we would go Scraping and tearing […] Continue reading
A Kook, On The Kiva …. The Cliff-dwellers, at Bandolier, live there no more. Yet, people still stop to pay their Hellos, where homes have no rooves, windows, or doors, and ask: Why did they leave? Where did they go? What is a Kiva? and What is it for? Some, hold to notions they came […] Continue reading
Dorsey drove his Ford Fairlane, he wasn’t going slow, up and down a two-lane road the side all snow, eighty miles per hour – Fast! in old New Mexico. ~ Not another car in sight when day got up to go, Dorsey swerved […] Continue reading
. . Vittorio stole the white man’s gold – the white man’s gold, his treasure. . But Vittorio stole all of this gold; and then, to throw in good measure, he would take of their horse and leave them, perforce, to stew evenmore in displeasure. . And across the land, of the mountains and sand, […] Continue reading
. . I longed for, once, there to be castles in the air. . Ah! Silly youth. You must now know the truth: . And this may seem unfair, but, in New Mexico, there are no castles, anywhere. . Lo Siento. . . . . ©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2012
~ So different this New Man, the Blue Man, the Dragoons of Kearny, I see him though he, not see me. ~ The Navajo know, although not there, I can see and I hear everywhere. ~ From my lofty perch up high in the air one need not search to know I am there, ~ […] Continue reading
One day, mid-day, maybe noon, not before, there came a loud crashing and thrashing at door. I was resting from reading an old poem of Poe’s, and I’d just laid back when I started to doze. The noise now awoke me, and my senses still slow, a flutter then flapping, would stop and then go. […] Continue reading
. Long gone are the lads of class sixty-seven, where they spent the whole night, at their whim, will, and beckon – fancies in the full fledge of flight. . Some drove their own cars, to relate to their stars that came through the air waves from heaven. . Festooned young men in their decorative […] Continue reading
a New Mexico fabliau, on Chauceran scale….. ~ This is a tale with two separate endings. It’s in media res where our story’s beginning, for where does a story really begin, but after the facts are recounted again. Life’s like a stream — it flows and it surges, before it then changes; and […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 