project to project a workday is run lunchtime breaktime breakfast a repast at home round the round cycle ’til the clock says it’s done project by project one done by one day labor working ’til all of it’s gone nonsense in shirking not […] Continue reading
we’ve see this before somewhere out there over a rainbow but not New Mexico where there, they’re much too much rare and each gets a vote where each one could win, but that too’s remote you don’t have to stand outside in […] Continue reading
meta phorically – such a hard word – thinking can be tricky business. That glorious sun! erstwhile it runs would not be the same without Texas. Were this not so how would we know insane is the metaphor breaking. The state right next door makes Cajun decor a stage a mode a being. […] Continue reading
~ Collapse? Perhaps of the bee population; and then, there’s that of the Monarch Butterfly. No one knows where everything goes; and no one even knows why. Perhaps a collapse in routine regulation, and the social order of the hive. Snow doesn’t go […] Continue reading
…. For some, the aesthetic is physical attraction: nice colors or features, top predilection; a whiff, of some air; ‘It’s a Win, by a Nose!’ By tactile impressions, or the scent someone chose. So far, so good; does that seem about right? Actually, it seems […] Continue reading
Once, I was Younger and wild with the Hunger for the footloose, and be fancy free. But then, I grew older; I became an up-holder for the socio-respons- ibility. And now, that I’m Ag-ed, some say that I’m too Sag-ed; for I spew forth in much […] Continue reading
I went to a Poetry Reading, where a Philosopher sat in the troupe. When the conversation turned to the ‘Truth,’ it changed the whole venue and meaning. “Truth,” said the wise-man, “is like a Noon day Sun: When too bright, it is too blinding; […] 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 – […] Continue reading
~ A pencil in hand, I stand, I am a man of the Twentieth Century. I don’t understand your culture, your land; though, it must be rich, this sudden switch, but I know it just can’t be penury. ~ We talk the same talk – or we do somewhat – but your penchants […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 