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~ The last words you’ve said, To someone you love – Will they be of something substantial? The future unfolds into what, We’re not told – It might just be best to be natural. And then there’s the hope, From the ones whom…
The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real. When it adheres to the unreal and intensifies what is unreal, while its first effect may be extraordinary, that effect is the maximum effect that it will ever have. (Wallace Stevens, The Necessary Angel: Essays on Reality and the Imagination.) ~ what […] Continue reading
Along comes the horseman When things seem unclear; No rhyme nor a reason, But suddenly there. Hope is a Horseman, He comes of Free Will. The horse that he rides on, A bitter sweet pill. Darlin, sweet Darlin, There come the times Somethings seem gruesome, Yet turnout just fine. Yon comes a horseman, See how […] Continue reading
Fiery, fiery, likened the charge, four hoof-beats will change the size of the man. The circle will shrink, but the ring enlarge, enclosing a score on Custer’s last stand. Solo each kill that builds into clusters; all fallen the men, the army of Custer’s. Violence will grow with a personal skill— and Custer had four […] Continue reading
~ Looking across the great San Juan Basin, where stands a Leviathan stone, a shock of rock that stands on its own; a story behind it, above it a dome. The people, Dineh, they call it a home; Dinétah, they say, the desert and dome. Time hath deposit the hulk of a stone: A bulk […] Continue reading
~ My dogs are my chums, the best chums of mine – I haven’t just one, but two. They’re both of a kind really quite fine – At my age, good friends are few. We’re walking the block, a diurnal walk, Down a street, a street called Calhoon; When all of a sudden! out of […] Continue reading
the aura of prescience a quickening heart the presence of essence that comes with a start this is the last thing that one could expect so needless to say how soon one forgets the presence of essence and how it affects what the hell can one say but surmise and reflect change the appearance by […] Continue reading
…. this is the last time said the old man the absolute last time I’ll say this again if said more than once that was enough lord knows a bunch is much too much stuff he’d say the more often too often as fact he must have forgotten each time coming back this absolutely this […] Continue reading
…. Once a young lad in New Mexico, I lived on a spread where three rivers flow – The Totah, they called it, the Navajo; about which the big bluffs, arose to plateau; around which the sides, the Totah below. These are the plains of a mountainous range, the Great San Juan Basin, of New […] Continue reading
~ There’s a full moon hanging over Hooverville; This one’s so strange, had it been seen before? What would be different about the moon now, I can’t really say; I’m not really sure. ~ It might be what said by […] Continue reading
~ By Sixty-Seven Things would be different. Enter the picture, Of marginal man. By Sixty-Eight It was too late, To ever go back There again. The difference, Appearance; A difference, Began. Many’s the moon, In the end. ~ Ed was a cousin, Ed was a friend; We never saw Edward Ever again. One decade long […] Continue reading
…. 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
…. 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
…. ah silly Croci ‘tis you I espy on a corner somewhere near a tree under sky how much more of this winter the cold to defy? purple-plush petals stand firm deny the cold in the air the winter’s cold glare ~ there must be some mix up it’s too soon to show up single […] 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
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