…. I read, today, where someone lamented: “So where is the Challenge? There isn’t a Challenge, when everyone writes what ever they want. A poem a day, in any old way: Where’s Competition in that?” To which, I thought, I would comment: “It’s not Competition, but Celebration! A poem a […] 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
~ A new pad of paper that I can mar up, in writing a poem just for you. I hem and I haw, sputter and stop, and dream of the grandeur when through. I’ve done nothing much in this life I call mine, nothing, that is, […] Continue reading
for Glenna Loar-Nielsen …. Who knows when it comes, the whys and wherefores – which month, what day, what year? But I heard, somewhere, that you recently died – yesterday, […] Continue reading
…. Those boys will be cowboys and the girls will be prizes. (I know, you thought I’d say princess.) But girls are not subjects, which would make them then objects; whilst boys will be subjects of derision. Girls, for the boys, are objects of mission. The boys are not […] Continue reading
~ A fly in the ointment, had no appointment; he did what he wanted to do: All was free-fare with everything there! and he fed to his fill until through. Then being thus sated, still nothing abated his eating – so he ate, and he ate. Now, the fly […] Continue reading
~ Each day a last day, ’til the next one begins. each day a next day, from the last day that ends. ~ Again! a last day! A last day addends onto the next day, ’til the […] Continue reading
Did I do the right thing by stopping to visit? To pay my respects to his mother? Or should I have stayed away from her house? My presence, perhaps, unwanted. Perhaps I was seeking solace or grace. Contrition, perhaps, was way out of place. The quiet […] 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
~ Bury me under the Joshua Tree, it’s said to live for two-hundred years, and then, maybe some more. One, two, three or some sundried hundreds of years, is for sure. And who wants to stay when they’re mostly away from Life and its Strife and all passion? I’m telling you, if […] Continue reading
The Blab of the Wave of Modern Day Poetry, A Babylonian Babble of Bubble, the Flotsam and Jetsam of every new Word, non-ausculatable. And nothing, though something, is everywhere heard, I cannot but think that somehow the Poesy sails on the swells of a rather rough sea; Each […] Continue reading
That firtst night that we met, Was it Curly’s Garage? There, where no cars are allowed At the table. The Full Moon was set like a Pearly Mirage. The Stars followed out like a Sable. You walked in the joint with […] Continue reading
Out! Out! Out with the rain! a man and a dog traverses. The water rolls off, and more follows down, falling to fill up more spaces. Cur! Cur! both dog and man! They curry to each other’s favor. One leads the way, the other one follows, slogging […] Continue reading
Pick Up a Lucky Penny. Put it in your pocket. Keep it, fast store it, safe away. Head’s Up, that’s Luck! That’s Good Luck you’ve found. Head’s Down, turned around, turn it over. Or, toss it away – Or, […] Continue reading
~ There was a Man, an old man now, as angry then, as angry now about what Happened by Such, on Such: Thus, much Unjust still leaves Nonplussed, as such back Then as much as Now. […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 