The Metal of Man

…. The Duke City’s known corruption, as shown Coronado, and his host of new men. The Old Ones knew too, the Wind as it blew the Sun West to East and then send into the darkness, the wile of the night, the room for a moon and the stars in to light and bring into […] Continue reading

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Tales of the Tribe

  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

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Union Station and Paradigm Shift

  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

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creation myth

once in all time of time immemorial back to the day where day immaterial beyond all of history before there was story even before ever was something first out of nothing came number four four was the number no whys for why four but first just this word and the number of four four was […] Continue reading

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The Long Conversation

~ 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

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In Still Life

~ William H. Bonney had nowhere to go, But history, written in pages. So, memory serves the moment to show What’s hot at the moment, some moments ago. But nobody knows who must be chosen, When someone must stay in history, frozen. Strange be the phases of changes by stages, Where memory stays and no […] Continue reading

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The Cuckolds of Honeysuckles

~ 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

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Tall Tales: Apocalypse Now

~ O Beautiful Morning! Hast thou no warning? An imminent Doom Lies up ahead? Some Trouble is coming, A horrible storming; Blue, white and gold Turning to Red. O Beautiful Morning, Thus much from learning Of danger a-forming, So strangers and others have said. ~ But then, when I looked last, Into a past – […] Continue reading

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Ode to the Common Man

~ Here’s to the Day!     (the only Day) The few,      if at all any, will have. Old men wear school caps, aside from their naps, Remember the Nothing that might’ve been Something – Making Hay     is just Memory         Salve. ~ This One’s     for […] Continue reading

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Ode to Something

. So much depends on something or other; But, Oh! How memory falters. . A Barrow all busted, the Wheel gone and rusted, it now sits across from an all-night diner. . And so this poem, as it begins, then it just ends – like another, with water that glazes. . Both poems, on things; […] Continue reading

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