~ If Easy Rider was so great Why then still, do I still hate This movie made so second rate, Best Picture, they gave in Sixty-Eight! Just goes to show what kind of state A Sixty-Seven mind could make. This money making big mistake, Went […] Continue reading
~ The Western Sky is high and dry Where rocky mountains fill the eye, And rivers run not East but West, The Anglo-Saxon man came last. For years, and years, the Native Man Had lived and tooled the Western Land. Upon this open vast terrain, The […] Continue reading
~ Lisa and I, we do have our favs, and one of them sits near, beside us. Our row of small cubes sits off from the rest, in a big room by being the farthest. It’s the clique we are in, a specialty group, and we […] Continue reading
~ Separation, indifference, Alienation…. Sometimes it feels Like a hole in the wall. What now becomes Of the paragon child, The beau ideal, Nonpareil? Who said such was such inasmuch as was thought? Thinking, we know, will make it all so. O! Baby […] Continue reading
Accentual syllable falls in between. Surprised us all, the serotinious scheme. No longer is everything anymore any keen. Someone had surely searched for its mean? But all went undone and nothing was clean. The second September of Twenty-Thirteen. Never before was […] Continue reading
“Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill; ….Children, Still weaving budded aureoles, Will speak our speech and never know.” – Wallace Stevens, ‘A Postcard from the Volcano.’ ~ Farewell to the ocean, the California sun. Goodbye to great […] Continue reading
~ over the phone by lines or through air DSL Digital synthetic nature sound on a surface glint from a glare a wink on a straight face amazing culture moment to moment something to share then slowly but surely something stays there but moment by moment the […] Continue reading
This is the place Where I lay my head This is still me This is my bed I am still here Long after years I still imagine […] Continue reading
…. There is a keenness which settles to mind when I am thought of some other kind. At such times, I count myself free, the freedom which comes from anonymity. I am not what I’m thought that I am – No one knows the simple man. …. There are but few who […] Continue reading
A picture before me, this hot August day, gives me a snow scene, in Washington D.C. A wide walk, a park, all covered in snow. Trees on the sidelines, limbs all aglow. Nightlights on each side stretch in two rows. Five people walking, all walking away. No color to winter, but […] Continue reading
where is the pillow where I lay my head where mother’s head lain where mother lay dead where the child still searches where the old child at that where the young mother is where now is the laughter where now are the tears where now went the years where the mother was where ever […] Continue reading
~ Was the year 60, or 61? As best I remember it wasn’t much fun. Well maybe, for someone, it was for a while. The prettiest girl wore the prettiest smile. Hawkins, a madman, knew everything; but, why put a sad man in charge of children? Minutia iota, be-stilled, but still fled, […] Continue reading
~ I am going Nuckin Futs, said a sign on the back of a truck. So I followed it until it turned and the traffic on each side had passed us. I went straight, and have been since; The truck, it went to Texas. Somewhere north, someplace east, in Spanish for […] Continue reading
~ In this crazy world we live in, where life is a light flashing wan; where people will rush; where a will is still hushed; bewitched, befuddled, be gone; in a reckless world such as this is, where countless the numbers demand; where all is at stake and nothing can wait, no one shares, […] Continue reading
in two nights running, I dreampt of the place – two nights in dreaming a nightmare. and nightmares are rare in true technicolor. too true to be true, too weird. that first night – no one! no one was there. no face […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 