Twenty-four people, Two rooms apart; A jury selection, A criminal court; Each one a stranger The others don’t know; Then after some hours, Affinity shows. Everyone hungry, By mid-afternoon, Sitting, yet still, Inside a locked room. “You look familiar. Have we met before?” One by one, some leave, Seen no more. Jury Selection, Behind a […] Continue reading
~ Henry Loyd “Smitty,” oh where did you go? West! to the Rockies, to New Mexico! An Arkansas farmer, nineteen years old! When did you find out that farming was old? Yet, Teens will be Teens, and still have their dreams; Henry, himself, one or two. And […] Continue reading
~ I’ve still more pages! More verse-rhyme to write. Pent-up the Crages Last long into night. The Crages are Rages, Too Crazy to fight. My wage is More Pages! More verse-rhyme to write. Offer me water, Proffer me bread! I’m just a prisoner, Inside my head. My Penance, the Sentence – It’s writing, instead. “Write […] Continue reading
~ I still write on paper, I still use a pen; Made in the Fifties, The Sixties I am. Bless me, sweet Mama, Bless if you can; A turn of the cent’ry, A teenager again. The turn of the cent’ry Is where I now am, But born to the Sixties A Rock-n-Roll Man. My Pop […] Continue reading
~ Another book finished, A much smarter man; Reading the first part, Then jumping to end. Truman Capote, That’s how he would wend Through hundreds of good books, If not a thousand. ~ And when he had finished He claimed that he knew All of the writings Of writers – He knew! Not a close […] Continue reading
~ A squirrel lie unfurled, from end-to-end curled, near a corner, on the sidewalk, by the street. My dog stops to smell, but she cannot tell what chance there befell her, she greets. A small gray squirrel now gone to the world, in soul, but body still keeps. ~ One trick was plenty, the last […] Continue reading
~ An Arborvitae, evergreen, Aligned a sidewalk path; A man with dog would come along, The shrubs, the dog not pass. It had to smell where others’ tail Had bent to burn the grass; The owner stood not far away, And said his shrubs won’t last. The master of the dog spat back: His dog […] Continue reading
~ Winter Comes as Winter will, when Autumn Leaves have fallen; and little Lads will stand quite still, to wait, while Winter’s Stalling; for cold, cold Snow, the air to chill, to fill their care, Snow-balling. But, Winter comes when Winter will; while waiting be appalling. Then, Winter’s done; somewhere April, when Autumn Leaves come […] Continue reading
~ The Daffodil appears at will, decked-out in dapper yellow. No Hesitation – Presentation! becomes the dashing fellow. In bearing some green, only amber is seen, the color, a friendly logo. We spoil the child, which makes him wild. One cannot but stop, […] Continue reading
~ Another five inches, Snow falling down. One bird is singing, One bird, around. The screens of a porch Clad dandruff-white stuff, Hanging and clinging The singing gets rough, When then comes another, The other lets up. Two birds, two birds, Now two birds are heard. And then somewhat later The Blackbirds appeared, Craving attention, […] Continue reading
I said to the girl, wearing Navy apparel. Oh no! Not me. She replied with a smile. My father and brother, and also my nephew, they were all in, not me. For me, it’s all fine; none of it matters. ~ Nor me, said I. I was just being friendly. But once, when real young, […] Continue reading
~ Time is inclined to take its own time. In front or behind, it’s time after time. Greece gave it fame, and called it by name, they gave it the same as Kronos. While time takes its time, it seems a design, in line with what time so deems so. Quick slight-of-hand; a voice over […] Continue reading
ah silly Croci ‘tis you I espy on a corner somewhere under tree is there more to this winter you can defy your purple-plush flower stands firm to air everywhere in February there must be some mix up too early to show up though here you are single eye to the sky the sun is […] Continue reading
~ The birds all fall into accolades, on the mornings of Central Virginia. ~ Colorful chorals that can escalade – pro forma, concerti, eudaimonia. ~ On and on, no stoppage of song, way long after morning’s forgotten. ~ All in all, a sound, a melodious funk; as it rises […] Continue reading
A silence abounds when we make our rounds, for my two dogs and I on our walks. ~ There are houses with spouses, with singles, and what-not’s. They don’t wave, they won’t smile, much less will they talk. ~ This silence astounds on these daily done rounds, it’s the sound of a safe distance silence. […] Continue reading
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 